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spookyfestlove · 18 days

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A spry, three tailed kitsune bent over a cheap laptop. Having finished two mugs of coffee she considered pouring herself a third. Being a literal starving artist wasn't for everyone and she began to consider if it even was for her anymore.

The door banged open, the hellhounds began to bark as they could no longer contain their excitement. In the doorway her husband stood, carrying his armful of empty lunch containers and his tool box. Wordlessly he dropped his inventory in the kitchen before passing by her with a kiss. Ropo was a average hight and build, his dreads though currently pulled back typically laid at his shoulders. His red eyes hidden behind sunglasses and enlarged canine teeth the only indicators that he was anything other than human.

After a brief exchange of how his shift at work went, he then went back to his office to tinker with his resin printer. She decided against her better judgment to pour another cup of coffee when there was a knock at the front door.

Shuffling over and taming her and Ropo's hellhounds she opened the door for Damían. He stepped into the entry, nearly a foot taller than Star herself. He smiled down at her, his icey blue eyes and porcelain looking fangs looking a bit dull. He clearly hadn't fed yet. His hellhound pulling against her leash to reach hers. Both being puppies around the same age.

She put a hand on his chest, gently pushing him back out of the door and taking the leash from him with her other. "I'll keep her while you take a walk around the block?" She flashed her puppy eyes, knowing he hated being told what to do. His hairless face made it hard to read his expressions but he stepped back and walked down the sidewalk. His hands in the pockets of his leather jacket as he whistled.

She unleashed his pup and the hounds tore around the house before dashing down to the basement steps. Once the chaos settled, the dog bowls were filled and the hellhounds were fed. She let all three out as Damían returned back at the house. He let himself in this time, surprising her with a kiss on the neck. His scent alone an indicator he fed. She heard the shower start in the back of the house, indicating that Ropo had finished his work for the day.

"You're drinking a lot of coffee, are you tired? Have you fed today?" Damían's voice still in his stern professor tone. It made her shiver. "I haven't left the house yet today." her embarrassment burned her face. Being in-between art contracts had really hit her confidence, finding motivation and drive to be difficult. How incredibly human.

Damían led her to the living room, rolling up his sleeve and patting the cushion next to him. She excitedly pounced, not waiting a moment to sink her teeth into his arm. "Gently. You're hurting me." She softened her bite and looked up at him apologetically, her lips red and tails wagging. "I don't know how you can sit like that." Ropo emerged, wearing pajama bottoms and a t-shirt "she bites too hard." He shook his head disapproving. He kept walking to the kitchen to prepare for tomorrow. Damían called from the couch "How many chickens for dinner tonight?" Dishes clatter into the sink as Ropo replied "I'm not very hungry, two should be fine."

Star licked up Damíans arm as he already began to heal. He kissed her gently before standing up, fixing his sleeve. She watched him leave before going to the bathroom to clean up. She was fluffing her ears as Ropo slid into the small bathroom with her, shuting the door behind him. "Hello little fox." Ropo smiled, his nails shifting to claws and his teeth sharpened "It seems youre trapped here with me." He pressed her against the shower wall, as he did she giggled and kissed him passionately. Her tounge teasing his.

She pulled away from the kiss "you think I'm trapped in here with you? You're trapped in here with ME!" And she attempted to sink her teeth into his neck. Dropping her, Ropo playfully pretended to whimper until the smell of chicken cooking distracted him. They both exited in time to bring in the dogs and dish up their plates. She sat in between them both, enjoying her fried tofu while Damían shared his chicken with the hellhounds and Ropo picked clean both of his.

#smut #polyamory #bisexual #two men #one woman #romance #romantic #spicy content #spicy creator #vampires #werewolves #kitsune #supernatural #bd/sm kink

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spookyfestlove · 28 days

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some more sebastian michealis content pretty please? ur writing was wonderful to read in "always yours", i love the way you described the bond he has with the reader

Twisted Love | Sebastian Michaelis

A/N: Thank you darling, Sebastian is actually my favorite person to write. His personality gives lots of room for creativity, so i hope you like this as well <3

CW: mentions of religion, female reader, fluff, hurt with comfort, angst, dissociation, panic attack (with comfort)

The afterlife is a topic that is constantly in question. The Buddhists will tell you reincarnation, the Christians will tell you heaven and hell. The Atheists will say there is nothing, or shrug and say 'i don't know'

Whatever the case may be. The only thing that was certain to you, was you already knew what was after death.

You had given it name, after all....

Sebastian Michaelis.

He was your life, death and the afterlife. You had bound your soul to whatever he had in that dark, sinister and ridiculously tall body of his.

If it even was a him. Demons were not restricted by something as trivial as genders and sex. He could take on the form of your mother for all he cared and watch as your face contorted into one of horror and concern. He could be your ideal lover on paper come to life. He could be a fictional man you fantasize over. It wouldn't matter to him as long as he got to fuck you and devour you after a certain amount of time, and your contract was finished

"Penny for your thoughts, my lady?" Said a deep and familiar voice that snapped you out of your existential crisis. Which was a much more reoccurring thing since the notion of God, demons, angels and Grim Reapers was apperently a real thing now. One you would encounter and ponder about almost everyday of your life

It amused Sebastian, how a tiny human racked her brain over a thing that was so normal to him, it was as natural and trivial as how humans viewed their reality. However it only concerned him on days where it made you dissociate or even have a panic attack when you began to think it over on top of your mental issues

"Darling?" He uttered the name so sweetly, so deadly. From the depth of his throat into a poisonous whisper in your ear. You shuddered, shivered at the hot water, you realized has been tepid for a while, and the sponge in Sebastian's hand had gone from firm and gentle scrubs to lazy little rubs.

"Yeah?" You whispered, your voice surprising you from how it cracked and sounded so...distant. Even to it's host.

"Y/N." The voice was more stern now. Deeper. You realized you hadn't responded to something he had said. Everything felt...timeless. Empty. So quiet your ears rang and you could see yourself across the room...

How your body swayed from one side to the other. Your nipples hardened by the now cold water. With a looming Shadow behind you... embracing you...trapping you....ripping into you—

"Mistress" Sebastian urged. Holding your face. His gloves and vest off. Leaving him in his white,button up shirt and black slacks. The seal of your binding bright and black on his sickly pale skin.

He leaned in, parting the knees that were hugging your chest so he could kneel between them. Uncaring of how water splashed around them and soiled his clothes. And how the temperature of the water began to warm with his presence

He gently cradled your head. Letting his scent, thick with a cologne you had picked bring you back, ground you. Your eyes were teary, blurry, black

Black beauty he had fallen in love with, strangely enough. Even stranger so, he didn't even know if it was love. He was a demon. Over 500 years old. He was around to bring the black death to all of Europe. He hadn't known, and still didn't if he had ever been human.

If Sebastian Michaelis, the butler of the Victorian era was ever human. He had never pondered it. Never cared. Why would he? He was a creature that could not die to anything of the world he helped shift, make and destroy, depending on what master he served

Sebastian never pondered the before, not..before you

Before you he would rip into any cheap soul he came into contact with to satiate his hunger. Before you, he had begun to starve himself, looking, searching for a specimen good enough for his tastes.

He still recalls how you cried out for him. For anyone to save you from your prison. How weak, delicate and fragile you were. So bony and teary eyed when his shadow appeared, ripped into every human who hadn't been you. Who hurt you

Perhaps even then he had already developed an obsession for you. A twisted devotion for you before he was even yours. Before you even called out for him, had you already been meant to belong to him amd solely his.

Just how you pondered the meaning and existence and purpose of humanity, he pondered you.

On nights like this when he held you in his arms, in the middle of a cold bathtub, dimly lit by a candle or two when you had your episodes. How you so desperately clung onto him. In your mind he didn't actually care. He had made it very clear the first couple times you tried to even utter any feelings for him, that he, a demon, was incapable and uninterested in feelings. Especially for someone of a life form so lowly as yours.

It was a necessary cruelty. Because even now he didn't know if he was feeling love for you, or a twisted, sickening obsession with you. All of you. There were days he wanted to kiss you sweetly, just as he was doing now. And days he wanted to rip into your chest, crawl into your skin and devour your soul.

He wouldn't call that love. Who would?

But if he had to call it love so he could feel your gaze soften, how your soul's taste would sweeten so much he could feel a burn in his throat without even tasting it. To see your teary eyes close and your soft face gently nuzzle into his chest in affection you tried so pathetically hard to convince yourself he could feel.

It was hard, really. To abide by the contract. When you would be so gentle with him of all people. Something would crawl into his chest where a heart would be and it would itch him to rip into himself and tear it out.

Whether he had been human once or not mattered not anymore. He told himself. But on days like this where he had wiped your tears, dressed you gently and tucked you beside him in your chambers, under your order for cuddles. He pondered if he was human, what could he have given you

Would he have been strong like he was now? Could he have the strength to protect you? Could he have bedded you as you liked? Gave you a child even, if it was what you wished? What would a child look like, one that carried his blood in their veins and your sweet face

Would he be able to care for you how he did now? How he pampered you and didn't let you lift a finger?

Would he have been a provider? Not let you work so you could stay at home, pretty and perfect for him to make love to when he came home tired,sweaty and longing to be in your arms

Sebastian pondered these feelings. Exhaustion, joy, pleasure, anger. Things that did not control him, that did not exist in him. In all his years of existence he never spared them a thought

But when he held you he felt them all.

A peculiar curiosity as to the what ifs of a human being. How they had so little time and spent most of it wasting away at a school or a job. How many never felt or experienced true love. How many never had someone to hold or be held. Never felt the joy of a son or a daughter or a loving parent

Did you feel these things? Before your parents died in that fire? Before you lost everything you had ever had and was taken as property for sick and twisted old men to do with you as they wanted? Did you ever want to be a mother? Live to die old?

.... Sebastian glared at your sweet little face. Puffy and pink from tears. Your lips swollen from his kisses. How your hands clung to his bare chest. Legs wrapped around his thigh. Your cold nose burrowed into his neck that sent shivers down his spine.

He didn't notice when he eyes began to water and harden. Glowing red under the moonlight through your window. When the warmth between you two became burning hot and his fangs dug into his lips

He listened as you occasionally whimpered when your dreams tried to darken into nightmares and he would hold you tighter, feel you soften under his arms.

Sebastian felt something warm and wet on his face. It wasn't your tears...no...no you had stopped crying hours ago and the sun was up...

It was up?

Sebastian shot up in bed. Breathing hard.

He couldn't breathe.

He glared at his palm. Wide eyed

It was dripping wet.

"Im... crying?"

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spookyfestlove · 28 days

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Church - Sebastian Michaelis

TW: NSFW, Blasphemy, corruption kink

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You had been desperate when you made a Faustian contract with Sebastian.

It's not like you knowingly summoned the demon. No, of course not. You were a good girl; you had always been a good girl. You were brought up in a devout household, attending church twice a week with a smile on your face. And when you found yourself in a desperate situation, you did what any good Christian girl would do: you prayed. And prayed. And prayed. Even when nobody answered.

Well, until he did.

You had mistaken him for an angel in human form, at first. You were in awe, amazed that God sent such a pretty angel to help you. Although Sebastian cleared that misconception up very quickly, chuckling and shaking his head at you in amusement with his signature grin on his face. Your face fell immediately, your amazement replaced by sheer terror as the stories ingrained into your head since you were a child flashed through your mind. You immediately thought to send him away, there was no question, you had to.

And yet you didn't. Why?

There could be many explanations, really. Perhaps you were frozen in terror, unable to so much as utter a dismissal. Or maybe it was your desperation, preventing you from using your better judgment. But the real explanation is so simple: it was his eyes. His beautiful, captivating fuchsia eyes.

The same glowing eyes that gaze down at you as you lay on the church bench, your fingernails digging into his back as he snaps his hips against yours at a pace that leaves you teary-eyed and babbling his name. "Ah, look at my lovely mistress. Such a pretty sinner, letting a demon fuck you in the place you worship," Sebastian purrs in your ear, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

"S-Sebastian, please!" You plead, your arms tightening around him and burying your face into his neck. Your pleas make Sebastian chuckle, speeding up his pace slightly.

"Please what? C'mon, tell me what you want," Sebastian croons.

"Please..Oh god, just don't stop, I'm so close," you moan. At your words, Sebastian lets out a short hum, his grip on your body tightening. Sebastian loves this: the thought of you cumming around the cock of a demon in the same spot you used to worship your god in makes his thrusts increase even more.

"You like this, hmm? Though..perhaps I should stop before you make a mess?" Sebastian suggests playfully, making you grab his arm.

"D-Don't stop," you say, making his eyes twinkle in amusement.

"No? Is that an order?" Sebastian asks, chuckling lowly when you desperately nod your head. "As you wish, my lady." Your moans get muffled into his neck as his thrusts get deeper, finally causing the tight coil in your stomach to snap. He fucks you through your orgasm, his pace not faltering until he groans and cums inside of you.

For a moment, you just lie on the church bench, panting as you try to catch your breath. "Are you satisfied, my mistress?" Sebastian asks after a couple of seconds, pulling out and fixing your clothes when you nod your head yes. He carefully picks you up bridal style, smiling down at you. "Wonderful, then we should return home. After all, if I cannot serve my lady's dinner at a decent time after she was kind enough to provide me with such a delicious snack, what kind of butler would I be?"

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It was a grand and loving gesture on Lestat’s part.

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE | S01E02 After the Phantoms of Your Former Self

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INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 1.02 ...After The Phantoms of Your Former Self

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spookyfestlove · 7 months

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(surely this has already been done, but i could not find it, so i had to make sure it existed. -dathomirdumpsterfire)

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spookyfestlove · 10 months

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The Transfer

Trigger Warnings! ⚠️ 18+ contentThis probably doesn't even cover everything tbh...Possession, submissive, Gor, gore, aggression, D/s, B.D.S.M., marks/bruises, physical violence, M/s, use of the word slave, pain, master-bation, violence

I tend to Mother Talzins garden for her, collecting the inventory she is low on. I catch myself thinking of the new master, wondering if he's feeling alright. Once each vial was properly refilled I polished the Nightsisters weaponry, and minor repairs to any beat up training equipment. The temple is quiet as many of the residents are sleeping in. There is a large celebratory dinner for the sisters. I am not exactly sure what we are celebrating but I was assured that it has nothing to do with the arrival of the brothers. Mother made it clear that details of the brothers and the events of last night were to be kept quiet.

By the time I finish my work it is time to prepare for the celebration. Mother Talzin approves of my traditional slave ware. I dawn a black halter top and two open panels that connect at the hips as a sort of skirt. The fabric is silky and beaded with red beads, and my body from my lekku to my bare feet is decorated in silver jewelry. This included ankle chains, a harness and collar, wrist cuffs and a chain head piece. I oil my Dathomiric tattoos and insert my ear cone piercings and nose and lip rings. I was originally a senator's slave so I was accustomed to the decorative wear but the labor was an adjustment. I do look forward to these occasional celebrations, as this is my strength.

I head down to the hall early, and begin to pour wine. I'm not a very good dancer or performer but what I lack there I make up for in my hospitality training. I balance a tray of wine crystal and make small talk with the sisters. Celebrating their victories and weeping with them in their losses. Hospitality is just minor expressions of empathy mixed with acts of service after all.

I am called for by my Master Mother. I kneel at her feet and then proceed to top off her glass. I bow, thinking that I have completed my task. She looks to her son and stretches her hand in my direction "A welcome home gift for you Maul, I think companionship will do you well." I am not surprised by the transfer, this is typical. However Maul seemed almost annoyed by my presence. I am dismissed to return to the sisters and continue to make merry. I don't think much of my transfer, this happens often in the life of a slave. It is best not to get too attached.

After the festivities, I report to Mother to have her collar removed and Maul's to replace it. Mother preferred the posture colors, tall and decorative. They elongate the neck in an almost vulnerable position. Maul presented a plain metal collar, made from recycled Droid metal and attached by a screw. However, you can tell he took careful time in polishing the collar to make sure it shined. Implying a surprise transfer but one that he still took seriously. You can tell a lot about a master by the collar the present.I bowed to my old then my new master and was dismissed to pack my things. I disrobed and placed my entertainment wear in my beat up canvas bag. I changed into my black uniform and collected my few possessions into the bag. This uniform was simply skin tight pants and cropped long-sleeve, with black boots. It had been so long since I have traveled, and I look forward to it.

I met Master Maul in his room, he and Savage were bent over a map, reviewing the plans of their journey ahead, my excitement grew at the thought of seeing a new planet. "We leave early tomorrow morning, apprentice" Savage replied "yes brother" and he parted for the night. Without a word I removed my boots at the door and layed on the floor beside his bed. I fell asleep easily but was regularly awoken by my Masters yells, he was clearly plagued by his nightmares. Afraid to touch him, I hummed a tune my mother used to sing to me in our village on Ryloth in an attempt to soothe. Suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my face, a sting to my left cheek. I choke on my yelp as my hand immediately reaches to soothe my face. "Quiet, pet." I look up to see two piercing yellow and red eyes looking directly into mine. "Yes sir" a tear escapes my eye and he reaches his and to wipe it away "good girl". I feel a piece of my heart seem to melt in my chest. "Come." He whispers as I feel movement on the bed, the blanket drawing back. I go to stand but I am interrupted mid-kneel by a single word. "Crawl." I feel myself blush, and silently crawl into bed. I can feel the cool metal of his new legs but a deep warmth to his skin- which is surprisingly soft to the touch. I curl up unto him, falling into a deep sleep.

#maul opress #maul x reader #night sisters #star wars #smut #fantasy #fanfic #twilek #ryloth #dathomir #mother talzin

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spookyfestlove · 10 months

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Life on Dathomir

Trigger Warnings! ⚠️ 18+ content

This probably doesn't even cover everything tbh...Possession, submissive, Gor, gore, aggression, D/s, B.D.S.M., marks/bruises, physical violence, M/s, use of the word slave, pain, master-bation, violence

Being in servitude for mother Talizan wasn't horrible. The Nightsisters were more or less considerate twords a twi'lek slave such as myself. The power dynamic was there but never cruel. But then there was that night...

Savage Opress returned home, successfully completing his mission of finding his brother. However Mother Talzins son was not the same. She dismissed me for the night, saying I am not worthy to be present for such a powerful and ancient Magick. I fell asleep to the sounds of the worst tournamented screams I had ever heard.

That morning Mother told me to attend to our guest. I collected herbs and oils in my basket, ones native to Dathomir to help the user to adapt to the planets dry climate.

I boiled some hot water and poured it into a wooden bowl, laying the fresh pressed towels on top to trap the heat. I stacked my basket on top and balanced it all on my head. I traveled in traditional slave fashion, gracefully and with purpose.

I knocked on the door, the room looked like an unlocked prison cell. No light or warmth. The air was cold and dark. I pushed in and placed the bowl at the side of his bed roll. I assumed a traditional slave pose and waited for him to call me.

I held the position for only about 15 minutes, a considerate length of time. This says to me that the man is merciful. However his willingness to wait says patience and traditional. I find these traits attractive in a master.

He gestured to me to crawl closer to his bed, using traditional hand gestures of a Master. I did so eagerly. I felt his hand trace down my face and around me neck. He snarled, irritated I woke him but pleased to see me so he could freshen up. "What have you for pain?" I loosened in his grip, presenting myself as submissive as possible. Dathomir males are known to be easily provoked both in temper and in arousal. He let go of me, dismissing me to collect my items and get started. I cleaned him first, starting from his horns and working down to the ends of his prosthetics. Pressing and massaging the warm water with the towels into his skin. I presented him a fresh towel to clean his face and waited for the command. He finished and tossed the used towel in the bowl. I slave bowed and proceeded to clean his manhood, refraining from eye contact as is protocol. Master Maul did not touch me, he simply groaned to signal to me he was done. I bent down to mop up any spilled water and set the dirtied towels back in the once warm bowl.

I poured some pain releaving oil in my hands and began to work my way down his body, starting at the base of his neck. I climbed behind him on the bed to get proper leverage, working the oils into his skin. His tattoos looked fresh and clean under the shine. 'Permission to speak Master?' "Yes." 'This oil may make you a tad drowsy sir.' "Hm."

I finished my lather and used the dirty cold towels to clean my hands and arms. I began to collect my items 'Permission to speak Master?' "Speak freely when we are alone" 'is there anything else I can do for you sir?'

I collected the last of my things and stacked them at the door. I slave kneeled at his feet, looking at the floor. After a long pause he remarks "that will be all."

'Thank you sir.' I slipped out as quietly as possible and continued my regular chores. My mind occasionally drawing back to the reborn son of Dathomir.

#maul x reader #maul opress #night sisters #darth maul #jedi maul #smut #star wars #starwars #fanfic #scifi #fantasy

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