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RING RING ! もしもし?
↳ LUNAR SAYS ; hihi !! i wanted to make a pretty post for my discord server for any new members who may want to join and hang out! it's a very chill environment, it's mainly to just have fun ! ✰
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perv boyfriend!reiner
𝖼𝗐 — 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡.
perv!reiner who jerks of toyour used panties, one hand holding them close to his nose whilst the other one fists his cock ever so slightly.
perv!reiner who lays in your shared bed, back archd as he holds the bed sheets tightly in his hand whilst he thrusts his hips against the pillow that you sleep on.
perv!reiner who you caught with one of your used panties in his mouth and a pink dildo you've never seen before inches deep in his ass. so caught up in chasing his high, he didn't realize you had been standing by the bedroom door watching him.
perv!reiner who freaks when seeing you and tries to hide but you step forward, pulling his hand away, telling him to continue. shredding your working clothes, leaving you just in your panty set, he had bought you a few weeks back.
"You wanna get raw dogged like a bitch in heat huh?" you whispered in his ear, as you pulled him back down onto the dildo, your hand gripping his nape, pulling him close to you. he wants to kiss you so bad, but you wouldn't let him.
"Look at you, mouth filled with my panty, muzzled and drooling like a dog , so pathetic."
perv!reiner who who could barely formulate a sentence, overestimated from you continuously shoving him onto the didlo and jerking him off. barely able to get a word out before he starts whining.
perv!reiner who smiles like a cockdrunk whore when he cums in your mouth and you squeeze his jaw open to spit it right back into his mouth.
perv!reiner who cums just by feeling your hands around his throat, your hips rocking against his as you sucked him in. he desparetely needed to touch you but he couldn't. poor thing has his hands tied against the bed post with a pink silky ribbon.
perv!reiner whose cheeks flush when the flash flickered in his eyes, his moans gotmuch louder and peverse as you recorded him. the sound of skin clapping mixed with his whines and muffled moans exited from Jean's speaker as he watched the video, his hand ocking against his hips as he laid in his bath tub.
"yea, that's right baby. you're doing so will for me. how about we give jean a little something, hm?"
#— 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓!#— 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧 !#— 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧 !#— black reader!#reiner braun x black reader#reiner braun x black!fem! reader#reiner braun x black reader smut#reiner braun smut#attack on titan x black reader#attack on titan smut#anime
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Tw. Racism and this is NOT discourse, this is a genuine concern about antiblackness within the Jujutsu kaisen fandom. Reblog this please as a warning NOT to interact with this person.
I was enjoying a peaceful sunday, scrolling through tumblr when I saw this:
I had to do a double take on her, because why the fuck would you write this and think it was a joke. I replied of course, asking why the fuck would you think it's funny thing to joke about. My mutuals rightfully pointed out that this is not a fun thing to say. Knowing the context of Gojo's actions, you know that people escalated a microaggression to full blown racism against miguel's character and any black woman interacting or writing for jujutsu kaisen.
But the funny thing about people, especially racists is their ability to double down;
Being brown and Asian does not exclude you from being racist or being criticized for making racist jokes. How you think that antiblackness is premium entertainment will never be fun to me.
I would advise that you DON'T align with this kind of person. The jjk fandom is better than this and should not be unsafe for ANY marginalized group. Do better. Honestly I wanted to make a comeback to the fandom properly but I've had enough of nonblack people being antiblack and saying NOTHING about it.
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hello everyone :) i usually don't post things like this, but it has come to my attention that @daeydreams is copying my work and reposting it on her blog while acting inoccent.
proof under cut! tw: discourse :(
i first encountered dae's blog when her 'work' appeared on my dashboard.
the words, everything, all copied from my post. i'm also pretty sure she took the banner as well.
this post, was MY original work. And I would like to add, she didn't even change anything on my post, just plainly copied/pasted it and posted it.
For context, i posted this on March 17th, 2024.
Dae posted my work on April 23rd, 2024.
link to the fic
so I went to her dm's to ask her to take it down, providing screenshots about my plagiarised work.
and her response wasn't exactly the politest.
then after providing that less than polite response, she blocked me.
Then after she blocked me, i got a dm from one of my mutuals (their user will not be provided as they asked me to keep it confidential) saying that she copied another one of my works.
my work. my words. posted on April 24th, 2024
mine was posted on March 6th, 2024.
clear, blatant plagerism.
i do not tolerate plagerism, in any shape, form or way.
this, is my original ideas, my original work.
this is a situation that i do not tolerate, and it is degrading to have something stolen from me, even making it obvious that you were stealing my work. didn't jumble it up or even replace words- just uprightly copied my work and posted it as yours.
calling yourself a writer, not to mention acting inoccent while you were at it, is pathetic.
Please block and report dae, and if you are following/mutuals with this person, I ask that you block me/break our mutual, if you want to keep interacting with dae. If you want to add any other information/edits to this post, send me a dm or ask to add more.
other writers, whether you're following me, mutuals with me or don't know who the fuck I am, please take the time to block dae as well. in her last dm to me, she said in plain words, "and if I want (and I will) I can copy other writers-" I have a feeling that any/all works posted on her account, is from other writers.
so please, beware of dae and block/report her.
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i dont feel that safe here, i'm getting accused of copying another writers work when I literally didn't? stop accusing me without proof......
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hello everyone :) i usually don't post things like this, but it has come to my attention that @daeydreams is copying my work and reposting it on her blog while acting inoccent.
proof under cut! tw: discourse :(
i first encountered dae's blog when her 'work' appeared on my dashboard.
the words, everything, all copied from my post. i'm also pretty sure she took the banner as well.
this post, was MY original work. And I would like to add, she didn't even change anything on my post, just plainly copied/pasted it and posted it.
For context, i posted this on March 17th, 2024.
Dae posted my work on April 23rd, 2024.
link to the fic
so I went to her dm's to ask her to take it down, providing screenshots about my plagiarised work.
and her response wasn't exactly the politest.
then after providing that less than polite response, she blocked me.
Then after she blocked me, i got a dm from one of my mutuals (their user will not be provided as they asked me to keep it confidential) saying that she copied another one of my works.
my work. my words. posted on April 24th, 2024
mine was posted on March 6th, 2024.
clear, blatant plagerism.
i do not tolerate plagerism, in any shape, form or way.
this, is my original ideas, my original work.
this is a situation that i do not tolerate, and it is degrading to have something stolen from me, even making it obvious that you were stealing my work. didn't jumble it up or even replace words- just uprightly copied my work and posted it as yours.
calling yourself a writer, not to mention acting inoccent while you were at it, is pathetic.
Please block and report dae, and if you are following/mutuals with this person, I ask that you block me/break our mutual, if you want to keep interacting with dae. If you want to add any other information/edits to this post, send me a dm or ask to add more.
other writers, whether you're following me, mutuals with me or don't know who the fuck I am, please take the time to block dae as well. in her last dm to me, she said in plain words, "and if I want (and I will) I can copy other writers-" I have a feeling that any/all works posted on her account, is from other writers.
so please, beware of dae and block/report her.
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What made me start seriously checking and asking for age in bio was this experience.
I had a mutual I had been interacting with for some months now, there was a time I was just following people back blindly because I was busy and then one day, I just clicked on their profile cause I do that randomly and then I scrolled to their about me and saw minor written on it.
The first thoughts I had was; a) I am a careless fuck and b) I have unwittingly been part of the careless group of adults who has endangered a kid. Even though I had MDNI boldly written on my blog, I still had a responsibilty to check who ever follows me, at least once in a while. Instantly, I blocked them and never spoke with them again.
I know we love to shit on minors for following adult creators, but you also have to realize that; during teenagehood, a lot of teenagers think it's edgy to break the rules or do stuff they are told not to do. Eventually, they'll grow up and be like "yeah, I was dumb." But for now as adults, especially if you create nsfw works, your best bet is to a) check your following and b) Always ask their age. Kids these days are a bit too honest so you should be fine. C) don't take any chances.
I've seen a lot of adults saying that putting your age in your bio is unnecessary and stupid- which is quite frankly a dangerous argument- plus a simple 'minor' will do. Even with the argument of "but it's putting a sign on your back for predators" it still doesn't stand because I didn't need to put "minor" for predators to know I'm not an adult, they found me regardless and I've been groomed on the internet by adults - male and female.
As the adult, I know we say "i'm not your parent" blah blah blah, but in situations like that, ALWAYS prioritize minors and their safety over yourself. I do wish schools and parents focused on teaching their kids internet safety but for now, us doing our part is enough to at least reduce the damage done.
Thank you very much.
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𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 — 𝖲．𝖦𝗈𝗃𝗈𝗎 ＆ 𝖲．𝖦𝖾𝗍𝗈𝗎
🎧﹒𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬﹒✢﹐— high out of your minds, both you and Suguru make cookies for Santa, unaware of who’s watching.
🎧﹒𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬﹒✢﹐— Gojou Satoru x black! fem! reader x Getou Suguru
🎧﹒𝐜𝐰﹒✢﹐— non curse au, weed usage, for shits and giggles
🎧﹒𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞﹒✢﹐— drabble
🎧﹒𝐰𝐜﹒✢﹐— 1k
“Shhh! You’re gonna wake Toruuu!” you tried whispering to Suguru. The two of you had spent the latter of the day smoking blunts that Shoko had pre rolled for you whilst Satoru had been on a mission. By the time Satoru had reached home, the two of you were higher than a kite which caused the white haired man to sigh in exhaustion before dragging both of you back to bed.
Whilst in bed, you had been on one side of Satoru while Suguru was on the next. You looked over to check the time and in bright red colors ‘9.34 p.m.’ causing you to huff in annoyance. An idea suddenly popped up in your head, causing to giggle. “Hey Suguru, you awake?” you whispered, trying not to wake Satoru from his sleep. He had a long day and you wanted him to enjoy his rest.
“Yea, I’m up. Why?” he whispered back, turning slightly so that he could peak over to look at you. You heard the movement and turned your head to face him, excitement gleaming in your eyes. “Wanna bake cookies for Santa?” And with the same excitement that could be seen in your eyes now filtered over to Suguru who nodded excitedly.
The easiest part had been over, now they had to get from under Satoru’s arms or well you had to since Suguru had made it seem so easy when he slipped out from under the white haired man. “Hey, raven boy. Come help me.” you whined, struggling to push off Satoru’s hand from around you. Suguru tip-toed over to your side before cautiously lifting Satoru’s arm from around you. Before the two of you knew it, the two of you were already in the kitchen, setting out all the ingredients that you two needed.
“You turned the oven on yet, Sugu?” you asked, kneading the dough with your hands before separating it into smaller pieces to cut out the shapes from the shape cutter. Suguru had been nowhere to be found in the kitchen but rather in the living room sprawled out in the couch, cheeks squished against the arm rest of the couch. You looked back over to where the oven had been and saw that he had it turned on. After you finished separating the dough into much smaller pieces, you walked over to where Suguru had been lying down.
“C’mon Sugu, help me cut out the shapes for the cookies.” you whined, poking his arm in hopes of walking him up again. You stopped poking when you saw that it was no use, a pout adorning your face when he didn’t wake up to your calling. Reluctantly, you were about to head back over to the kitchen before a hand reached out for you and pull you back, causing you to squeal in shock.
A giggle you knew so well sounded from behind you causing you to look back at your attacker with squinted eyes and with your lips in the form of a pout. "Sugu, the cookies." you wailed, trying to stop the onslaught of sloppy kisses that were coming your way. One thing about the two of you when you were both high is that you were whiny and Suguru was more a trickster, always finding ways to make fun of you, just so he could hear you whine and complain. After a few minutes of being stuck in his hold, Suguru decided that it was time to cut the cookies.
With you over his shoulder, the raven-haired man made his way over to the kitchen, pulling you onto the counter to help him with the cookies. With Christmas tunes on low, both you and Suguru cut the shapes out from the dough, pulling off the excess before rolling into a ball before flattening it again. 'Hey, what if Toru is Santa' s secret love baby. Y'know, with the white hair and everything?" you questioned without much thought, not realizing how Suguru had stopped cutting the shapes altogether. When you finally realized, you looked up at him in curiosity, seeing the why his eyes dwindled in concentration and thought.
"What if he is?" Suguru asked, eyes widened in excitement and in shock, hands full of flour finding your face, squishing your cheeks together; charcoal eyes that seemed like an endless void of abandonment and despair, piercing yours, yet the excitement made such a difference in his eyes that the normally charcoal-colored eyes seemed to brighten at the sudden thought that his boyfriend being Saint Nicholas or widely known as Santa Claus.
A pregnant pause fell over both of you before breaking down in fits of giggles, thinking that there is no way that Satoru could be Santa Claus. "What are you two doing up at this hour?" the laughter immediately died down when you heard a voice neither of you wanted to hear at this time. Freezing like a deer in headlights, both you and Suguru stopped laughing to look at your now fully awake boyfriend.
None spoke as you all started at the other, hoping that one would say something. "Are you Santa's secret love baby or are you Santa?" you asked, pointing an accused acrylic nail at the man in question. Satoru tilted his head in confusion unsure of what conversation either of you may have had before he arrived. Yet with a silly smile adorning his face, he decided to indulge in whatever theory the two of you came up with.
"So what if I am Santa Claus?" he questioned, making both of you gasp in shock. "But, if you want gifts for Christmas, you have to go to sleep, otherwise you'll end up on the naughty list with no presents under the tree." he smirked, knowing right where to poke the two of you. Series of "no's" and "but I've been good" rang out in the kitchen, before you and Suguru dashed out of the kitchen towards the bedroom. Satoru chuckled at both of your antics before turning the oven off, knowing that the cookies will be finished in the morning.
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Sorry yeah but the way you readers get spoiled on here is INSANE. I’m just gonna use them as an example of an ongoing issue on tumblr but I was going through @laneywrld’s notes bc I was re-reading her latest LH fic and it’s all likes and just two comments: one reblog/comment from me and one more in the comment section.
The fic is 7.7K words and you’re telling me only TWO people out of 153 notes were able to verbalise how they enjoyed the work??? Do you know long it takes to write 7.7k words ???? Let alone 1K???
This isn’t an issue with just the LH/F1 space for black writers who do x black!reader but MOST black authors in this app. They put out some good ass work to get CRICKETS back. Hell even me sometimes. I’m at the point where I know who exactly is going to comment bc they’re so consistent in their showing up for me and I try to do that for other authors I enjoy here.
But bloody hell, for the majority of readers - yall give nothing and it’s honestly so exhausting to watch and see my moots on here be demotivated about writing anymore because readers who say are engaged not be actively engaged with your work? I don’t know how many times writers have to ask people to comment and reblog on their work because that’s more motivating than just a like! Hell, dropping into their ASK BOX to rant about a character or a story is far more engaging than a like.
I don’t know how many times we keep having to circle back to this conversation. At the end of the day we’re doing all of this for free - it’s the bare minimum we ask. Rant over.
Do better by your fave writers 🩷
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more biker sugu x hoochie mama reader texts ♡( ◡‿◡ )
pt. 1
warnings: suggestive
a/n: ya’ll i’ve been so tired, i promise ima work to finish the other fics this week!! ilyy
he gets yo name tatted
a/n: do u guys think i should make u x big bro satoru?? just a thoughttt
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Drown me in your tears, kiss my bloody lips —
ℳ．𝖮’𝖧𝖺𝗋𝖺
{ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 } : dark, dub-con, aphrodistic, stalking, peeping tom, yandere!miguel o’hara, miguel is a total pervert, not proofread!
{𝐰𝐜} : 4.3k
At the age of 15, you saved shops from being destroyed, catching culprits and webbing them to the wall for the police to throw in jail. You were having fun, you enjoyed being your friendly neighbourhood spider woman. At the age of 19, you told your mother who you were. At the age of 23, you lost her.
There was some villain attack, an army of four men, with weapons holding some extra-terrestrial energy. Their leader, the Falcon, a man with metal wings caused terror throughout the city. Two buildings started to collapse, and time wasn’t really on your side; so, with all that you had in you, you pushed past everything and swung through the air, wind rushing past you as you webbed others to safety. You were jumping from two buildings, webbing people to safety, and pulling others out of the way from falling objects.
Until you heard a scream, you swiftly looked to where the scream came from. A woman falling from a building and not just any random woman. The bright yellow coat, with black polka dots, gave her away; but it could’ve been anyone with a bright yellow coat with black polka dots. Yet, her screaming didn’t stop and the low rasp from her yelling shot adrenaline through you.
You heard that voice before, when your father had been around, it was late in their marriage but it was still there. Day and night, their voices raised through the roof. Often you hid in the closet, fearing that the yelling would take another turn. Fortunately, it never did, but the arguments did leave an imprint on you as a small child.
As you pushed off the street, soaring through the air, your hand outstretched towards her while the other angled towards a stable building to which your web shot towards her. You called out to her, hand outstretched as you were so close to grabbing ahold of her.
“MA!” you yelled, immediately diving for her, a web shot out towards her. The ground seemed closer, a bit too close so you pushed yourself just a little bit more. Everything around you slowed as your mother reached out to you, eyes filled with tears. The web reached but she had already touched the floor, her body bouncing back up from the impact.
“No.” you landed next to her, hands trembling as you moved the hair from her face. You pulled the mask away from your face, as it felt suffocating to be in. “Ma?” you shook her, eyes not believing that she was gone. “Mom, come on. Wake up.” You shook her again, your fingers finding her wrist to feel for a pulse but there was none. The weather had a weird connection to how we feel at this moment, as your tears socked the red shirt of your mothers, so did the rain.
It had been 4 years since your mother passed and you were in your apartment with your cat, Cloud, relaxing on the couch as the TV played some sort of old cartoon you watched as a child. Suddenly, your hand stretched out to a vase that was nearby, webs latching onto the glass before pulling it back to you. Placing your cat quietly into the chair, you stalked towards your bedroom, after your spider senses went off.
Swiftly kicking the door open, you threw the vase without much aim, expecting to break on impact yet no breaking of glass was heard; just you with your hands webbed together with webs that were crimson red, a flow of electricity flowing through them. You look at both of the perpetrators, eyes squinted with your teeth sharp in the night light.
“She’s got fangs just like you.” you heard, a woman’s voice to be exact. In all fairness, you barged into the room, not bothering to turn any lights on to startle the perpetrators but at this point, you realized it was needed. As you reached into the room, you patted the wall in search of the light switch, upon finding it, you flicked the switch on to reveal two people.
A very tall man with an abnormally slim waist that somehow complimented his broad shoulders and bright red irises that glowered down at you. The lady next to him was not as tall, although she had height, she was not as tall as the man next to her. What did shock you was not the eerily similar suits they had on but the fact that the woman had been pregnant.
“Who are you?” you asked, standing firm as you looked up and down the two people who stood in front of you. You had no idea how they arrived here since, number one, your building was three stories up; but by the looks of their suits that were very similar to yours, they didn’t seem to have much of a problem for that aspect.
Number 2 was that, your windows were locked, well the one in your bedroom was, when you were at home. The much taller man spoke, “We need to talk to you.”
That discussion between you, Miguel and Jessica had been around 3 years ago. Around the same time they allowed you to work alongside the Spider Society. You had been curious about the Spider Society but you liked to work alone, another trait that Jessica teased you about, that both you and Miguel had in common; so you only joined 7 months after you were given the opportunity. The Spider Society wasn’t as bad as you thought it would’ve been.
Many of the spiders treated you well, Peter B and Jessica were the ones who you had been close with you. In many of the missions you had, you were either with Peter B or Jessica, to your contentment. You were close to Gwen and Hobbie, the two growing on you after Peter B and Jessica: the feeling of younger siblings to you.
One thing you all had in common was that you all lost someone close. It seemed to be ‘the canon event’ that all spiders had to go through; not a pleasant thing to experience.
Miguel O’Hara. A stoic man with no emotion shown on his face, other than irritation. The relationship you had with Miguel wasn’t to a title of some sort. You acknowledged each other, he praised you for your efficiency and work and you respected him. Although some of his values were questionable you kept those questions to yourself.
You hardly ever had missions with him but when you did, they were quick with little to no words spoken between the two of you. He gave you an order and you followed, no buts, no ifs or maybes; not that he would hear you voice.
At this time, you were called in to go on a mission with Miguel; neither Peter B nor Jessica had been available so you were the next best option. On this particular mission, the anomaly had more power and endurance than all the others, you encountered and it was also much stronger than Miguel anticipated, making this job go on a bit longer than necessary which caused Miguel to be more irritated than usual.
"On my call, you go from behind, Do you understand me?" Miguel declared, moving his neck from side to side to relieve the tension that had been stuck within it. You grunted in response, ready to get this mission over with so you could go back home and spend some time with the Persian cat you named Cloud. You were perched on top of a roof, lying in wait for Miguel's signal.
Although quite close to the fight, you weren't exactly able to see Miguel and the anomaly, so you webbed over to another building where just as you looked down, you saw that damage that had been done, not only to both Miguel and the anomaly but to the city as well.
Though it wasn't your concern, you still felt bad for the people who lived on this earth. Your focus on the damage to the city was pulled away when you saw the said anomaly smash Miguel into a nearby building.
"Miguel!" you scrambled out, unsure of his current state; still perched on top of the building but unfortunately God hadn't been on your side today. Upon calling out to Miguel, the said anomaly snapped its head to where you were, a snarl forming on its lips as it stood from its place before shooting up, barreling towards your figure. "Shit." you moved from your position, dodging oncoming attacks from the anomaly.
You hadn't seen when Miguel returned to the fight but one thing you did notice was that he wasn't himself. That meant he was more ferocious than normal. His eyes were darker than usual, you were no longer able to see his irises; everything was covered in red.
The fangs were no different to the menacing look he had in his eyes. They seemed sharper, pointer and the tip and the snarling that fell from his lips seemed way more sinister.You had no idea what had happened to him, but you knew that he wasn't himself.
The fight was long and tasking but you two were able to fight the anomaly off before imprisoning it and sending it back to HQ. Miguel stood in front of Jess who had a strong hold on the anomaly. The conversation went unheard to you as you observed Miguel's behaviour. Gruff, hunched over, stiff and stoic, although it was the usual, it seemed more rushed as if he was in some sort of hurry.
After his conversation with Jess, you walked over to where he stood, your body facing his as you took in his features, head tilting slowly as you looked up to him. His breathing was shallow, fists tightly closed, you swore you saw some bit of blood dripping from his hands. You looked back up to him, locking eyes in the process before he turned away, stopping you from looking at him.
"Go home," he said, a second passed by before he continued. "I'll finish up here." It sounded forced but you didn't pry. "You alright?" you asked, taking light steps towards the man.
To which were stopped, when a low growl emitted from him. you asked again, "Miguel, what did that anomaly do to you?" He whispered something under his breath, the first few words you weren't able to catch but the last few you barely caught. ".... you need to leave." He started to walk away but you insisted on staying; you wanted to figure out what was happening with him.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me what it did to you, maybe I can help y-" You weren't able to continue talking when Miguel spun around, nose flared and claws showing. His canines were longer, dripping with drool as he stalked towards you.
To say you were scared was an understatement. You had seen the way he dealt with Miles a few months back and you wished that you were never on the receiving side of things, but God wasn’t on your side once again. The grabbing of your jaw wasn't what startled you but it was his claws that sunk into the fat of your jaws causing you to wince.
You wouldn't be surprised if a little bit of blood had started to ooze from within. Once Miguel saw that his grip on you was way too harsh, he pulled away.
A sour look on his face as he turned away from you. A sigh fell from his lips, he truly didn't want your help with his 'problem' but knew you would pester him until he broke so he decided to speak. "It's some sort of substance under the anomaly's claws, it caught me by the rib and it's uh-. You know how I'm different to all the spiders, yes?" The topic being switched didn't go unnoticed by you, but you kept quiet; nodding in acknowledgement, waiting for him to continue.
"Whatever it is, it has affected my body, causing me to go into pre-rut." He trailed off, clearly not wanting you to hear the ending but you caught on; much to his dismay.
It was quiet for a while, Miguel felt ashamed, and you were unsure as to how to feel. "Oh." The only word you could formulate at that moment. He knew you wouldn't have taken what he said, plain as day and he knew rejection was close and, on the rise, so in hopes of keeping his peace, he mentally prepared himself for you to either be disgusted or to simply walk away. While Miguel felt this way, you on the other hand, had been mentally weighing the pros and cons of A, leaving him, B, calling for back up or, C, letting him take his anger out on you in his moment of weakness.
You weren't sure as to what would happen after if you chose A, B or C but one thing was for certain, if you chose C, the dynamic between the two of you would change drastically. Whether you both pay attention to it or not. But you wanted to him help and not from the point of view that you could say you had sex with him but so that he wouldn't have to go back and find some random woman to take his anger out on.
After a few moments of internally weighing the pros and cons of all three, you quietly made your decision. "I can help you," you spoke rather confident with your decision. Miguel on the other hand, wasn't so pleased. "No no, you don't understand. I don't want to hurt you," he whispered, hand pinching the crease between his eyebrows; he was stressed. It was an odd little thing you picked up on from time to time. You still stood your ground, not bothering to listen to his worries or reasons.
Once he saw your posture, he knew you had no plans of leaving just yet. "Y/n, I'm not myself when it happens, I don't know what will happen to you if I let you do this." You lightly shrugged, not necessarily caring about what the outcomes were; you just knew you couldn’t let him go back to headquarters right now. “I’m not taking no for an answer so let’s go back to my place.” You slowly coaxed the stressed man into going back to your earth. Once you made it back, the both of you swung into your apartment via a window that you normally keep open for when you are on Spider woman duties.
Miguel took note of such but said nothing. Making it into the bedroom was the easiest part but the tension that came after was unnerving. You were about to break the silence but Miguel, strangely enough, was quick to speak, immediately shutting you up. “Don’t talk,” he murmured, his lips flush against yours, his hands groping the flesh of your hips.
You whined against his lips, hands flat against his chest as he pushed you back to the end of your bed. “Off. Take everything off.” Miguel pleaded, struggling against the burning pit that was brewing in his stomach. You hurriedly took off your suit, and as soon as your shoes were off, your back was met with the sheets of your bed.
Miguel paused as he looked down at you, his eyes were no longer chocolate brown but a deep crimson red, peering into your soul. His stare was unnerving, chills running down the back of your spine and your stomach churning; it was like an unsaid command, you couldn’t look away, for you thought it felt foreign. The stare-down the two of you had didn’t last long as Miguel pushed you right against the headboard, both hands pulling part of your thighs as he leveled himself with your pussy.
He looked down at your panties, not bothering about the wet spot that had been there before he ripped them off. “Hey, those were my favourite,” you whined, causing him to blast a web against your mouth and hands. “Quiet,” he ordered, his eyes shifting from yours back to your pussy.
The amount of restraint that forced Miguel not to pounce on you as hard as it was already but he hadn’t put into thought the amount of aphrodisiac that the anomaly would’ve used. The moment he had gripped your jaw, he could smell the desire that reeked from your body. It was disgusting but not hard for him to fall for and relish. Without anyone stopping him, he could finally take what is rightfully his, what was always rightfully his.
His nose bumped against your clit as his tongue slipped inside of you, eyes closing in peace as he heard the muffled moans that fell from your lips. Desire ran through his body as he continued to lap up your juices, one hand gripping tightly onto the side of your thigh while the other rubbed circles against your clit.
If that was enough for you, his fangs grazing against your lips caused a tingling sensation to bubble within your stomach. You needed something to hold onto or to grab but with your hands bound, you couldn’t do much other than to wrap your legs around Miguel’s neck, evidently pushing the man further into you.
The feeling was too good, your mind started to fog, too caught up in the pleasure that you were receiving. Miguel could smell that you were close, the way your eyes squeezed shut, tighter than they already were; your legs tightening their hold on his neck, and the sultry way you moved on the body.
“Mi-Miggy. Need more,” you whined, tears forming at the sides of your eyes as you looked down at him; his ruby eyes piercing yours. Although the webbing muffled your words, because of the aphrodisiac, his senses had increased somewhat. To him, it seemed like you were begging for it. But, you weren’t going to get what you wanted just yet.
Miguel pulled away with a pop, saliva dripping down his chin as he came back up. A cry left your lips at the sudden movement, causing the man above you to smile. Your pussy had been puffy with your clit swollen, a light flick to your clit caused you to cry out. Shaking his head, Miguel pulled down his boxers, exposing the tip of it to you. It was pink and swollen, pre cum dripping from the tip.
With one hand, he held one of your thighs in the air so that he could have better access. God, did he struggle; the way both his cum and your juices were pooling out onto the bed and he hadn’t even put it inside you. How he had webbed your mouth shut but still wanted to hear you scream. It surely was conflicting.
Yet you were here, whining and crying over two of his fingers and his tongue. How pathetic. Lining up with your entrance, he pushed into you slowly, still aware that you may be a bit sensitive from before. This time, he pulled the webbing from off your mouth, he wanted to hear you. Better yet, he needed to hear you.
His teeth snagged away at the flesh of his bottom lip, causing blood to seep through. Your back arched at the stretch, not feeling much in ages. Now, the stretch wasn’t what had concerned you, to be far it felt good but it was the coldness from his dick or at the sides of them that make you ponder; only coming to the realisation of what it could truly be.
“Miguel, do you have a Jacob’s Ladder?” you gasped, feeling the metal rub against your insides. Miguel was silent, pausing in slight shock at your question. He looked away from you, slightly embarrassed, “Got in college when I was younger.” He admitted, causing you to giggle at his embarrassment. He growled in return, “Let’s not forget where you are right now, yea?”
“Or what Miguel?” You snipped, a smirk bright on your face as you stared back up at the man. To your surprise, he smirked back at you, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes. “Keep that same energy princess,” he replied, no longer keeping eye contact with you as his eyes drifted to where the two of you were connected.
You were about to put in another snide remark when Miguel’s thumb found your mouth, his finger shoved inside as he gave you a look. “Suck.” You did as you were told, letting your tongue explore all around his finger.
“Do they bother you? The piercings I mean?” he asked, with one hand on your jaw whilst the other traced your hips. You shook your head, still sucking on his thumb that had been in your mouth for quite some time. Determining that his finger was wet enough, he pulled away from your lips, wiping away the drool that fell from your mouth.
“Good,” he murmured, hands gripping onto your hips as he thrusts inside of you. You cried out, not expecting the stretch from him. Your hands found his biceps, pleasure spreading all over you as you squeezed his flesh, you wouldn’t be surprised if he had crescent-shaped marks in his skin.
“Ay. You feel good y’know that?” Miguel asked, hips adjusting to thrust deeper; his hand finding its way alongside your jaw before gripping at your throat. Not hard enough to stop your airflow but just enough pressure to make you whine in desperation. Miguel tried hard enough not to sink his teeth into you; his fangs had already been lowered, teeth glowering in the night light, eyes ruby red as he stared down at you.
Unfortunately, enough for you, tears clouded your vision, so you weren’t able to see Miguel’s eyes glow red or the cloud-nine feeling that you were currently experiencing to feel the way he gripped your waist a tad bit tighter than before.
To say the least, you were far gone in pleasure, head nowhere near the current situation. Miguel on the other hand, was not so well. Just like you, he got a bit too caught up in pleasure, how warm you felt around him and the pleas and moans that fell from your lips didn’t help his case either. Miguel started to babble, words falling from the pitiful man’s lips; oh, did he start to spiral. “A-always knew y-you were gonna b-be good f’me.”
He uttered, eyes staring down hopelessly at you. Hips stuttered as he felt you tighten around him. You were close, he could smell it dripping off of you. Stuffing his nose deep into your shoulder blades didn’t soothe his overpowering need to fill you up. Your scent suffocated Miguel, his delusions pulling him deeper into the abyss of darkness. His mind is no longer in control of his movements, they now work on their own. Feeding into the massive hole that his heart created after his wife and daughter died.
It wasn’t right, they shouldn’t have died but canon was canon. Until his monitors picked up you on the servers. You weren’t a new spider since it took Miguel years to develop such software but the anomaly that entered your dimension brought up your earth on the monitors for the first time.
Locking in, Miguel watched, his eyes shifting over each computer as you fought off the anomaly, eyes never leaving your figure until the anomaly was down. Yet, it didn’t stop there. Many days Miguel found himself focusing on your Earth or well more on you; your movements, your fighting style, the way you would nuzzle your nose against your cat’s fur early in the morning when you came back from your late shifts.
The more he watched, the more obsessed he became. It wasn’t supposed to get this far, Miguel was supposed to watch you and how you work but he let his mind wander. He let his heartache again and his mind followed in pursuit. Miguel hated himself for the man he was becoming, a hopeless fool, wanting to nothing but security and peace. Someone to hold him late at night, kiss all his scars away and bear his children in years to come and you, you fit the profile.
You were everything that he needed and so much more. “A-all mine.” Miguel was down and under, suffocating from the spirals and delusions he suffered. His hips thrusted harder into you with every growing minute, fangs dripping with venom as his got closer to your neck. You could feel the tip of his fangs, the sharpness the entail.
“Gonna m-make -shit- you my w-wife, and fill y-you -christ- will all my kids. J-just you and me.” he whispered into your ear. Oddly enough, you hadn’t been too far gone as he thought you would have been. Your clouded eyes came back to full vision when Miguel finished his sentence. Eye bulging wide open as you looked toward the man in fear. He kept murmuring, unaware of your fixed state.
“Mi-Miguel stop.” you pleaded, arms hitting at his shoulders as a sign that you didn’t like it anymore. The said man shook his head in response. “No, no. Al-almost there.” he whispered, tears coming to his eyes as he looked down at you. “Our little family y’know.” He whispered, a sliver of a smile on his face, ruby eyes staring down at you while you shook under him. Tears filling your eyes as you looked up to the man who hovered over you. “What?” you cried, arms pushing against his chest but his dead body weight kept you in one place, so your pushing was pointless. “I’ve -mmph- w-waited so long for you.”
Sweat beaded against his forehead as he rutted into you; hips stuttering slight. You figured he was close, the way his thrusts slowed, his breathing slowed. There wasn’t any way for you to get out of this, so you accepted it. Accepted whatever this thing was. Finally, squirts of cum filled your insides, securing your fate. “I can’t wait to see your stomach big and round y’know. I’m glad you decided to help me. Letting that anomaly run wild and do its thing on me really set my plan into motion.”
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"Its quite simple my dear…. We play the game of give and take. Cat and mouse. Push…"
Your cries echoed carelessly in your bedroom chamber, hips thrashing from the immense pressure building in your pelvic area. You were nearing your second orgasm, body on the brink of collapsing into the sheets at any moment, but he continued to please you. His eager member taking hold of your insides, kissing each hidden crevice inch by inch.
"And pull," he pressed his lips to yours, that accomplished smile never leaving his face as he watched yours twist and contort into an animalistic pleasure he grew to love so well.
"Isn't that right, Y/N?"
You were poorly trying to catch your breath as you came down from your high. Fingers trembling against the muscles in his back, beads of sweat pooling into your belly button. You thought you were in the clear, that this would just be a usual night of nothingness. It was late in the night and the whole castle was asleep.
Or so you thought.
"Ah! Hmmmm, that fucking stings!" You hastily popped your finger in your mouth, blood from your cut quickly staining the whites of your gloves. You told Baldroy that you were not skilled in the kitchen but with him, and Sebastian's praises, you were stuck prepping the vegetables for tonight's dinner: Lamb Roast and slow-simmered potatoes over a fancy French beef broth. You weren't even halfway through dicing the onions till you felt a stinging sensation at the tip of your fingers. Shortly after, the blood began to seep and stain your clothes.
"Oy!" Baldroy shouted, his hands showing a mind of their own as they effortlessly peeled and sliced the potatoes into fine, even square chunks. He wasn't even looking as his burning blue eyes bore a hole into your back.
"Why're you stopping? Sebastian won't be ha-"
"To hell with Sebastian, Baldroy!" you spat back, holding your bleeding finger high in the air. "I cut myself on these stupid onions!" Baldroy sighed, shaking his head. He stopped his task, wiped his hands, and stomped your way with a cloth.
He pulled you hand first, causing you to stumble forward. His eyes concentrated on the cloth, pressing down with enough pressure to accelerate the clotting process. You said nothing to him and him to you, the only noise coming from between you two being the sounds of his toothpick tapping against his teeth as he twirled it around.
"I don't know why I can't be in the garden with Finny, I'm better off-"
"Finny don't need extra hands. He's particular."
"Well? Let me clean with Mei R-"
Baldroy couldn't hold in his scoff at the mere mention of your suggestion.
"You wouldn't be able to keep up wit'er."
"Oh?" you were starting to take offense at his disbelief in your capabilities. "Then why does Sebastian put me here with you since I'm so incapable anywhere else?"
Baldroy shrugged, dabbing your finger clean to make sure the blood stopped.
"Feh! If you ask me, Sebastian-"
"Quiet now!" Baldroy shushed you, shaking his head in declination.
"The bleeding isn't stopping. Time for option two-"
"Option two-" you tried to pull your hand back, only to be met by Baldroy's instinctual motion to suck your finger till the blood clotted.
"Ah! Baldroy!" You twisted your hand around, attempting to pull it free. "Let go!"
"What are you doing! Sebastian will-"
"What is it about Sebastian that I keep hearing?" both you and Baldroy's eyes darted to the entryway of the kitchen. And there he stood.
His facial expression showed to be pensive, his arms crossed over the other with an eyebrow raised to the ceiling. This looked really, really bad. Baldroy, with your finger still in his mouth, straightened his posture like a soldier, pulling you his direction at such an abrupt fashion, that it threw Baldroy off balance, sending you both toppling over a barrel of fresh Atlantic Sea Bass.
Some were still flapping around, hoping for one final chance at life. You watched one flap a few times in your lap, hand on your head in full-ridden embarrassment.
You really did it now.
Baldroy was headfirst in the barrel, thrashing around attempting to get free. Sebastian, with his present frown still embedded in his angular face, grabbed Baldroy by the waist, effortlessly pulling him out of the barrel. He pinched his nose and darted his eyes at Baldroy.
"Baldroy, I don't think I need to tell you what to do to fix this?" the fishy smell was starting to linger in the room, making your stomach twist and turn.
"Aye, Sebastian! I'll have this cleaned up in a jiffy!" with a nervous laugh, he stomped away, mumbling something incoherent under his breath. One stomp too hard, and he managed to slip on the fish juice that spilled on the floor as well.
"Woo!" was all Baldroy managed to say before his entire body was coated in the sticky substance.
"Sigh…." Sebastian shook his head in slow motions. You felt you were going to have the slightest tinge of sympathy from Sebastian, but you were wrong. He glided across the room to stand in front of you. Before bending at the waist to meet your gaze, he glowered down at you, his face neutral yet analytic. It made you squirm under your dress, unconsciously pushing your legs together as if he could see right through you.
"Y/N." he spoke out, still looking down at you as you sat on the floor. Why did he have to be this close to you? Couldn't he just go-
"When you're finished here on the floor," he continued, ignoring your subtle blush littered across your face.
"Baldroy will take over. You seem to be unwell, so your services will not be needed for the next two days. See to it that you rest accordingly." without awaiting a rebuttal from you, he sauntered past you, leaving as mysteriously as he came.
Two days?! Your eyes bugged at his request. You turned your head in Baldroy's direction to meet his curious gaze. He yelped, turning his back to you, continuing to pretend to be hard at work.
"Dammit." you groaned, helping yourself off the floor. You didn't even stay to hear Baldroy's questions, you've done enough to embarrass yourself for the day.
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You stayed hidden in your chambers all day, only emerging to use the restroom. You were so embarrassed! And that… that look that Sebastian gave you wouldn't leave your mind for anything. So much, that you would find yourself having an intermediate flashback of it at random during the day. You tried to even beat the side of your head with your palm to push the memory out but it wasn't going anywhere!
"To hell with this," you huffed.
"I'm going to the library."
at the library
You had books on top of books littered in front of you; poetry, literature, even…
"Huh?" You held up an exceptionally distinguished book in front of you. Its spine was a bit worn but the front cover looked to be well maintained. The language on the cover was one that you weren't familiar with, and you weren't sure, but the more you held this book the more mystified you felt to open it. A bookmark rested in the center of the book that you took note of for later. Tucking it in your satchel, you made a note to crack this open tonight when nobody was around.
You sat there, tapping your pouty bottom lip with a random pen you found lying around. Letting your mind wander, you began to write your thoughts down, subtly giving your mind a break from the monotony of being a maid.
Then, you started to notice your words circulated around a particular person.
I can’t stand it when you look at me, but then I don’t want you to stop. I see you from a distance, and take you in piece by piece. You move as if you’re not of this world. That you’re merely visiting. And my heart worries if you’ll return home.
It’s been so long since I’ve had the company of a man… so much that I wonder if your professionalism will withstand—
Disgusted with yourself, you crumpled the paper in your hand, stuffing it in your bra to burn later this evening.
later that night..
You finally felt free to let your hair down and relax. You hid yourself away in your room, even ignoring the plates of food that was left at your front door. You didn't care who it was that left it, you were too ashamed to show yourself after all the trouble that you put Baldroy and Sebastian through. You were frustrated that Sebastian was so hard on you. To the point you quickly associated his behavior with schoolyard hazing!
But, in secret, you paid extra attention to Sebastian the more and more you remained a resident at the castle. It was subtle, but you would catch yourself staring a few seconds too long at him without him knowing.
"Feh!" You scoffed aloud, aggressively blowing a tuft of bubbles out of your palm. It was then you remembered the book! Your satchel was propped next to the tub you were in, and with eager hands you fished inside for the mystery book you found in the manor's library. Once the book was in your hand, you noticed the candle lighting your way in the bathroom flickering madly. You watched it rapidly whisk back and forth until it settled seconds later. Odd, you thought. There wasn't an open window in my room and there's no open ventilation in here either. You could especially hint at that by the obnoxious amounts of humidity drops scattering across your dampened skin.
"Now, lets see…." you carefully opened the book to its bookmarked page, its pages fine and practically translucent. It might have been a bad idea to bring such a delicate book inside of a pool of water but you were already there. Might as well.
The pictures were that of a woman and a shadow figure wrapping around her. She looked to be.. asleep? There were words underlined next to the photo but it appeared to be in latin. You were rusty, but with a furrowed brow you gave it a shot.
"Hmm… I think it says.."
Advoco ut carnalia desideria adimpleas. Venite ad me, o daemon, et esto cum corpore meo per mediam horam. (I summon you to fulfill my fleshly desires. Come to me, Oh demon, and be with my body for the midnight hour.)
"Huh? What is this book? And who would actually believe that-" woosh! The candle blew itself out, making you yelp in fright.
"What was that?! Oh, dammit, now I have to get u-" Before you could place the book back down, the candle flickered back to life, and with something additional. There stood Sebastian, in the bathroom, peering down at you with his ever present stoic expression.
“Wha-?! Sebastian, what- what are you doing?!” You dropped your torso in the tub water, your cheeks blazen to the touch. Things weren’t making much sense to you. You read a passage to summon a supposed demon and there Sebastian stood?
“I had my door locked, how did you get in?” You quizzed.
He didn’t respond but instead fetched in his jacket pocket for something. In his hands revealed a large key, its hook mimicking the shape of a skeleton head.
“You left large amounts of today's dinner in the hallway. I'm not too sure how you conducted things at your previous establishment," ouch "But here, we dispose of things we do and don’t consume."
You weren't sure why those words struck you in the way that it did, but it made your head slowly turn away from his stare.
"Why are you here?" you asked again. He could hint at the small bit of annoyance in your voice.
Sebastian's eyes wandered around the room, his crimson iris' darting from wall to wall. Why was he here? The walls were the same, basin still porcelain white with you inside, so what was it that- ?!
He didn't say much to you, which irritated you to no end. Instead, his cool and calculated steps motioned towards your satchel, which instinctively made you block his hand with yours. Upon reflex, he blocked your hand, pushing it away to further dig in your, now damp, satchel. You grew flustered. Who did he think he was!? You pushed back, grabbing his wrist this time.
"What are you doing! Have you no manners? A man is to never go into a woman's-" he was near his point with you. When you attempted to force his hand away, he grabbed you at the wrist with his opposite hand, pulling you to the edge of the tub and peering deep into your eyes. Sebastian has never been this close to you and it made your heart race. What was he about to do?
"Y/N, as much as you want to guilt me into digging into things that don't belong to me," you could see under the faint candlelight that Sebastian's eyes flickered from a pigmented brown, to red, and faintly to purple. Goosepimples littered your arms and up your neck. Something was wrong, but something also kept you there, wanting to lift up Pandora's Box.
"There's a distinct reason that I'm here."
"You have to admit to dabbling in things that you don't understand at all." He tilted his head downwards at the book. Your eyes cautiously wandered down to the book you took with you to the bath and then back up at Sebastian. When the realization flashed across your face, a satisfied smile spread across his face.
"You're-"
"I am. And I was summoned here in the middle of my nightly patrols. Luckily, it was me-" he leaned closer to you, inhaling the lavender fragrance emitting off the nape of your neck.
"Young women like you often get the burliest of demons to come and take advantage of such supple flesh."
"And such a shame," Your breath trembled at how close he was to you. You shut your eyes, avoiding his gaze at all costs. You didn't realize that his hand drifted into the water till subtle splashes echoed around you. "I don't like to be yanked away from my nightly duties to appease the beckoning of a yearning woman. Again."
"No matter. The fact of the conversation is: you summoned me," his slender, firm hands stroked the inner parts of your thighs underneath the water. He could feel your trembling, but he could also note your lack of protest. Even to his surprise, he kept note of how your legs subtly opened underneath the water for him. Almost welcoming him in for a more… humble, stay. You didn't know why your body moved on its own accord, then the flash of your memory graced the back of your mind. There had been plenty of nights in the crevices of your loneliness that you imagined Sebastian, sometimes alone and sometimes accompanied by another. Your most recent memory being one with Baldroy himself.
You swore to yourself you'd never reveal the fantasies that included him and a baby carrot.
"Nobody has to know how naive you were, divulging in foreign bodies of water without knowing full well how deep the waters can get."
He leaned closer to you, a fanged smile spreading across his face as he watched you, prideful, yet willing to his advances.
"But I do have one unpresuming question."
His gloved finger cupped your sex, teasingly rotating the palm of his hand around your sensitive clit.
"How long has it been since someone has, truly, satisfied you?"
"How long?" your mouth moved faster than your mind, catching you by surprise.
"Yes." You could have been mistaken, but his emphasis at the end mimicked that of a hissing snake. Your breath hitched, quivering at the helm as he took in your scent once more.
"Ah- Its-" your mind melted and pooled to the floor as he, subtly, began to rub your sex. The slips of water flickered off his hand as it pressed against your clit, the friction of his glove and the cooling sensation of the waves catching you by an intermediate surprise every passing second.
"Its?" he repeated your words, encouraging you to continue despite his actions. A sly smile spread across his face at the sight of you turning into a bumbling mess. Your wetness could be differentiated underneath the water, and Sebastian wasted no time determining how wet and ready you were.
"Answer the question, my dear." His warm lips pressed against your collarbone, sending butterfly kisses along the sides of your neck and along your jawline. You tried to open your mouth, finding the words to say, but they were quickly overshadowed by his long, prodding fingers. His slender fingers softly prodded the entrance, navigating itself to your begging honeypot. As easily as it was to find your entrance, it was even easier for him to navigate a second finger inside. Your begging lovenest quickly clamped down on his fingers, pulling him deeper and deeper inside of you.
He couldn't help but smile. Hearing your whines and deep, satisfying breaths echo across the walls in the bathroom made him want to pump faster. He pushed further inside of you, using his other hand to rest on the small of your back, pulling you forward against the edge of the tub, encouraging you to wrap your arms around his neck.
"Ah! Fuh- Sebastian!"
"That's it, my lady. That's the noise I was waiting for." The sleeve of his jacket grew more and more drenched, but he didn't seem to mind. You could feel his muscles flex and relax underneath his clothes the harder you held onto him. Water splashed around and outside of the tub, pooling onto the floor and at Sebastian's feet, but it didn't stop his rhythm,
"Sebastian!" You cried out, your hips vibrating on its own accord. You were near your peak, and Sebastian could feel it. But he didn't stop. Instead, he instinctively pulled his fingers out of you, shaking his hand free of your essence before standing straight to adjust his, now soaked, jacket sleeve.
"Wha-?" Confused, you leaned closer to the tub, no doubt a pout etched across your face. "What's the meaning of ths?" You asked, brows furrowing in frustration.
"You can't just come here and stop what you started, Sebast-"
"Oh, but I can. As you probably don't know, Y/N, our kind rely on the negotiation of contracts. Otherwise, we are free to indulge and… disengage, as we please."
"Then-" you huffed aloud, embarrassed at the constant, begging throb emanating between your legs.
"Let's make a contract."
Sebastian openly showed his amusement. Shaking his head with a suck of his teeth. Even he had to admit your naive nature made you quite arousing in the moment.
"I'm afraid I must decline." He pulled off his glove with his teeth, revealing an intricate emblem embedded in his palm.
"I'm already spoken for." the frowan on your face must have been more apparent than you thought by the tone of his voice. "However, a short-term contract can be arranged."
"Short term?" You never heard of a short-term contract with a demon. Did this mean-
"Yes. We can make a short-term contract, that way I don't upset the ones I have to report to." the ones he reports to? Does he mean Ciel?
"So… What are the terms?"
Sebastian's eyes gleefully flashed red at your curiosity. "Something simple, my dear." it was as if the idea was already marinating in his head.
"I fulfill your fleshly wishes for three days. And in return you are to allow me access to you at any moment of the day. Within reason, of course. But, one being such as myself have ways to even make the most inconspicuous of areas fully obtainable, if need be." He ended his terms with a smile. That same charming smile he would bear to great guests! How cheeky!
With a pout, you took a deep sigh. This moment may never come to you in this lifetime again. And him leaving you in such a disarray turned your logical reasoning down to a mute.
"Fine," you agreed, making his eyes slowly peel open in amusement. LIke that of a cat playing with a fresh ball of yarn.
"I'll agree to your terms. Three days you say?"
He nodded, holding up three solitary fingers.
"The first day starts when we bind the contract."
"Okay…" You looked around, confused. "Do I need a pen?"
He couldn't hold in his chuckle this time. Without words, there was a whisk of a shadow in front you, and Sebastian was gone yet again!
"What?" before you could even muster an emotion, your chin was pulled forward, there was Sebastian, his butler jacket removed, in the tub with you. He sat up on his knees, slightly towering over you, but in his eyes felt such an intensity that it made you squirm instantly/
"Sebastian.. What- What are you doing?"
He tilted your chin to the side, exposing your neck to him. His hungry stare focused on your skin, making you realize that this was, in fact, the bind.
"Just drying the ink, my dear." before you could say much else, he pried his teeth, nipping down at your neck just enough to break skin. You tried your hardest to fight him off, but his strength pushed you back onto the tub, leaving your legs wide open with Sebastian in-between.
You could feel the crimson substance pooling around your collarbone, diluting itself with the damp droplets already littered across your skin, disappearing in pale pink streaks as soon as it hit your bath water.
Your intial whines and shifts of protest softened into deep sighs and moans the more Sebastian remained at your neck. The burning pain soon nulled into a pressure that sensitized your body all over. Your erect nipples grazed against his collared shirt, making you purr at the chill it sent across your body. Sebastian smiled to himself, softly kissing at the bruised space on your skin.
"Isn't it better when you don't resist the devil, Y/N?" he reached down between your legs, fingering the slit of your garden. He took his thumb and circled your clit in slow, concentric motions. Your breath hitched and his pace increased, flicking your love button back and forth, his intentions made clear that your orgasm was going to come first. No negotations.
Still toying with your clit, he positioned two fingers at your tunnel. You invited him in, slyly shifting your hips forward to signal your approval. His deep voice hummed in your ear at the sensation of your wetness. How slick, sticky, and warm your insides were. So much so, that he pulled his fingers out of the water, suckled each one with a taunting smile, and stuck them back inside without ever looking in your eyes. It didn't take long for him to figure out your weak spots, and with that he proceeded to poke and prode at your sensitive areas.
The water splashed around you two but neither of you protested. He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, tilting it upwards so he could trace his tonge across the entireity of your flesh. Even in the warm water, your flesh grew sweaty, damp, and sensitive to his touch. Your moans increased in pitch as his fingers moved up and down inside of you, kissing your flesh with a devilish kiss.
"Oh- God- Sebastian!" Your hips thrusted forward again, the spasms building in your pelvic area. You were close, and he could feel it. When you clamped down on his fingers, he let out a growl, his bulging manhood begging for an escape through his trousers.
"I'm going to-" you couldn't even get the sentance out. Instead, you clenched his forearm, thrashing your head back and forth as the waves of pleasure took over your entire body. He didn't stop, instead he first kissed your forehead, then looked deep in your eyes. His brown eyes were now a glowing red, filled with lust and excitiement.
"There's nothing wrong with a woman letting her hair down and tapping into her true nature." kiss.
"Release, my dear. Let it all go."
Your mind turned to mush. You tilted your head back, releasing an animal-like whine as your essence coated Sebastian's hands. He took your nipple in his mouth, suckling at its erect stature with hungered care. He flicked his tongue back and forth, nipping down just enough to make you cry out. When he felt your grasp on his fingers loosen up, he pulled his fingers out, swirling them around in the tub to clean them thoroughly.
"So," you breathed, "What now?" He never removed his shirt or his pants despite them being drenched. You were confused but all the more intrigued. He smiled charmingly once more, like he didn't fully pluck you from the garden of purity and made you feel… alive, actually.
He shifted in the tub, leaning forward to move your elbows in an upward motion.
"Wrap your arms around me," he whispered, already palming your hips under the water. You didn't protest, instead you closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck. You felt like a feather in his arms! You could feel yourself lift from the tub and, almost like magic, you were in your bed. Even as you touched your skin, you were dry!
"Wha-" you peered your eyes open to see Sebastian between your legs, loosening his tie. He looked down at you curiously, never missing a motion to unravel his tie and hold the ends in his hands.
"Something the matter, miss?" His eyes wandered across your body, taking in your supple skin, beautiful figure and vulnerable expression. Even when you caught him lingering a little too long in certain areas, you didn't stop him. You grew aroused at the sight of Sebastian, and you were sure he could smell it off you.
"No-" you finally said, looking away in a blush.
"Nothing's wrong. I'm assuming this is your turn for our first night?"
"Now now," he climbed in the bed, his clothes now seemingly dry again, and opened your legs with his knees, propping them up so your feet were on the bed and your knees were bent.
"I wouldn't say it exactly like that, but the stipulations do apply," he leaned over you, taking both of your arms over your head and tying your wrists together with the same tie he had in his hand.
Returning back to his original position over you, he looked down at your exposed opening first, licking his lips as he slithered his gaze back to you. You squirmed under your restraints, looking away as best as you could.
"Don't be shy, Y/N. You have such a beautiful figure underneath those frumy maid clothes." no kidding. "Its a shame you didn't ignorantly make a sexual contract with a demon sooner."
"If I would have known you were a demon I wouldn't have even dabbled in said contract…" you murmured under your breath. Sebastian's eyebrow twitched, an amused smirk across his face.
"Hmm." he unzipped his pants, exposing his more than ready member in front of you. You took note of the faint trickle of pre-cum that coated the tip. You felt your mouth salivate at the sight in front of you. You didn't even notice that he was watching your reaction. He took his member in his hand, stroking it to full attention right in front of you. It didn't take much for you to realize not only was he long, but he was wide and a little crooked at the end. You instantly felt your insides moisten at the thought of him taking place in your begging honeypot.
He smirked at you as he continued to stroke. The both of your eyes met, making him let out a groan of satisfaction. He was ready, and so were you.
He climbed over you, guiding his engorged member inside of you. It didn't take long for you to adjust to his thickness, but each introductory inch that made contact with your pussy made you arch your back into the air. It felt like it was never going to stop, but you didn't want it to.
He rubbed your chin, kissing it gently as he let you adjust to him. Once he felt you were ready, he began to motion his hips back and forth, pumping into you in slow, calculated motions. Your body rocked up and down with him, legs wrapping around his waist to keep him in his rightful place. When he felt your invitaton growing louder, he pumped harder. His body rocked you with such strength that he had to hold your hips to keep you from sliding forward. His hips slammed against you, coating his pole completely with your sticky potion. You were on the brink of losing your mind, whining and moaning interchangeably the harder he fucked you.
His eyes looked deep into you, unfolding the burrows of your soul as he continued to pump inside of you. Your juices slicked downwards, staining the sheets with your cream. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning, the waves of pleasure hitting your cervix over and over again.
"Does it feel good, Y/N?" He asked, reaching up to squeeze one of your breasts. His jaw continued to clench, stifling his signals on how delectable you felt inside. You were tight, you were wet, you were pulling him in and he had to concentrate otherwise he would fall into the deep end far too soon.
"Yes, Sebastian." You moaned, biting your lip up at him. "You make a woman feel so good, by the heavens you do."
"Heh, Oh, Y/N, you should know by now," He was close and so were you. He had to halt his thrusts to stop himself from coming inside of you, but it was getting harder and harder the wetter you were becoming. He leaned down to your ear, licking the rim with a smile.
"The way your body is talking wouldn't have a single inch of room in heaven. Now, come for me."
"Sebastian- I can't"
"Yes you can." He pushed deeper inside of you, grazing against your sweet spot yet again, refusing to motion back and forth."
"Don't tease me,Sebastian. Stop taunting me and move, please~"
"Hmmm,' he pulled your hips forward, putting your legs on his shoulders effortlessly.
"As the lady wishes." he rubbed your outer thighs with care as his hips revved back to life again. He bit his lip in concentraton, slapping his hips against yours to make sure you felt all of him deep inside of your tunnel. He gritted his teeth, moaning under his breath between deep breaths.
"Sh- Sebastian! Please don't stop!" You clenched and unclenched your hands under your restraints, feeling your orgasm build in your stomach once again. You clenched on him, making him moan aloud. His smooth, velvety voice growled aloud, pulling you closer to intensify his thrusts.
"Yes! Sebastian, yes!" You whined, flexing your toes in the air as he continued to ram in you. A pulsating feeling rummaged through you and onto Sebastian, causing him to lose his restraints inside of you. You could feel his hot milk coat your insides bit by bit, pulsing up and down against your wetness.
When he pulled out, his hot fluid leaked out of you, mixing with your nectar to create an opaque substance that spilled onto the sheets. With shaky breaths, you opened your legs, welcoming him between you again to kiss your neck, chin, and eventually your lips. He lingered a little longer, breaking said kiss with a smile.
"Well then, this is a successful first night if I'd say. Don't you agree, Y/N?"
Without a word, you sleepily nodded your head, lulling off to sleep almost instantly. Before you dozed off completely, you felt your body shift and the wrist restraints loosen around you. Sebastian chuckled, pulling your hips into the air and arching your back down to the bed.
"My, you're still more than ready even after all you've given me? Tsk, this just won't do."
"But that's the beenfit of going into a contract with a demon."
"We don't sleep, so the nights traditionally don't end in the same length as you humans."
He pushed himself inside of you, waking you back up as he continued to motion back and forth. You wanted to fight, but you were feeling too good, and he knew.
"Its okay, Y/N. You still are under bedrest for the next two days. So nobody will know how much of a lustful demon you've turned into during that time."
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