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dead boy detectives reading list

with the show finally out i figured it was a great time to share my reading list again! check it out below the cut 👻☠️🔎

⏳ the sandman #25 (1991)

this is their first appearance!

🐇 the children's crusade (1993)/free country: a tale of the children's crusade (2015)

1. the children's crusade #1

(2. black orchid annual #1

4. animal man annual #1

5. swamp thing annual #7

6. doom patrol annual #2

7. arcana annual #1)

8. the children's crusade #2

alternatively you can just read free country. whether or not you read the annuals i recommend reading free country's middle chapter

!!! in place of the annuals there is an additional middle chapter that was created for the book "free country: a tale of the children's crusade" where it is placed between the two children's crusade issues. the boys don't actually appear in most of the annuals (they are in two panels of swamp thing and appear in doom patrol) and reading them isn't necessary but i figured i would include them as they are part of the story.

❄️ winter's edge #3 (2000)

this is an anthology. their part is the 'books of magic: waiting for good dough' story starting on page 19

🐦‍⬛ the sandman presents: the dead boy detectives (2001, 4 issues)

i believe the tv show's esther finch was partially based on this run's villain.

(they do have a part in 'death: at death's door' from 2003. it's short and really just a retelling of events from sandman #25 with some minor changes. the entirety of their appearance in death: at death's door is included at the end of the next comic im listing so i am not really adding the death: at death's door book to the list)

☠️ the dead boy detectives (2005, one-shot)

this book was made by jill thompson in a very cute manga-esque style

👻 ghosts (2012), time warp (2013), the witching hour (2013)

these three are anthologies. the story 'the dead boy detectives in: run ragged' runs through all of them. 'run ragged' kicks off the next run.

🔮 from the pages of the sandman: dead boy detectives (2013, 12 issues)

this is the comic where crystal is introduced! a book collecting all 12 issues titled 'dead boy detectives by toby litt & mark buckingham' was released in 2023

🔎the sandman universe: dead boy detectives (2022, 6 issues)

the most recent run, centered around some really interesting thai mythology and featuring multiple edwin moments that i am sure you will love

and that's everything! i also recommend buying the omnibus if you can. it includes everything minus the 2022 run plus some additional bonus content!

i hope this is helpful! feel free to ask me any questions you may have about the comics. dead boy detectives is my number one interest so i should be able to answer

have fun reading! 👻

#dead boy detectives #the sandman #the sandman universe #comics #reading list #edwin paine #edwin payne #charles rowland #crystal palace #crystal palace surname von hovercraft #painland #paynland #i really hope i didnt mess up while making this post fjdkfkjdkf

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luxbunn · 2 days

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𖦹ׂ 𓈒 🐇

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donatellawritings · 2 days

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I jus wanna shut my baby brain off and let big bad daddy rafey take care of me :(

oh this is sooo muñeca & sugar daddy!rafe coded …

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

you were entirely too emotional and high-strung — but who could blame you? with your skyrocketing hormones and mere hours that stood between your sweet papi rafe going back home to kildare, while you remained in culebra was becoming way too much for you to handle. and rafe couldn’t find it in himself to reprimand you, you’d been doing so well when it came to putting your big girl panties on and fighting back the impending waterworks that welled at your waterline, whenever it came time for rafe to go back home — you practiced!

but, unfortunately you’d lost every ounce of your resolve when your doe eyes fell on the two suitcases that sat at the edge of rafe’s bed.

sat in the middle of the plush firmness of the california king bed, your small body hiccuping with incessant cries, you curled your knees into your chest, “on-one — more — day,” you squeaked out, your jumbled words cut into choppy huffs of air as rafe pursed his lips into a tight line.

stood firmly beside the bed with his hands planted on his waist, rafe pinched the bridge of his nose with a knowing sigh, “c’mon, kid — y’been through this many times already, yeah?” met with a sharp cry from you, rafe is quick to switch into complete father-figure mode, letting out a piercing whistle, “hey! cut it out, y’gonna knock y’self out, cryin’ like that,” he scolds, his voice firm as you raise your puffy-tear stained face from your knees with a sniffle.

“quédate conmigo, please papi,” you squeak out, stretching both of your arms out in a reach towards rafe, your bottom lip all wobbly.

taking a seat at the edge of the bed, rafe opens an arm, beckoning you into his lap with a flick of his two signet-ringed fingers as you immediately and obediently crawl into his lap with a whimper, “a’ight, no more cryin’ — don’t need y’passin out on me before i go, hm?” rafe soothes, bringing his hand seamlessly clasp around the back of your neck.

nodding the side of your cherub cheek against rafe’s collarbone, you let out a breath of relief, “when d-do you come back,” you question softly, your doe eyes all sore and heavy from your earlier sobs as you quickly knuckle away the wetness at the tip of your nose.

“no … do not start that, you hear me?” rafe scolds, his free hand lightly tapping the side of your soft thigh, earning a frustrated mewl from you. squeezing your neck, rafe urges a verbal answer from you.

much to rafe’s very dismay, his corrective tone only set you off even further — you didn’t want your papi to be mad at you before he left. so, your bambi eyes were quick to well with warm tears, a warning sniffle itching at your nose as you shook your head, before heaving into rafe’s neck.

“fuck — okay, princess. hey, need y’to look at your papi now, yeah? can y’look at me — can’t look at me if y’cryin, pretty girl,” rafe coos, gently pulling your leg to straddle his hips as he pushes your face up to meet his, with a slight nudge of his shoulder. met with red and glassy eyes and flushed cheeks, rafe brings both of his hands to cradle each side of your face.

“a’ight, need y’to a good girl while m’gone, okay? y’gonna be a good girl for daddy?” rafe questions, slightly mushing your cheeks together as you huff out a wobbly breath, before licking over your swollen lips.

softly nodding in rafe’s grasp, you sniffle, “yes.”

allowing a satisfied smirk to play on his lips, rafe pulls your face down, leaning forehead against his, “good. now, i need y’to go to sleep, kid. i won’t be here when you wake up, but —”

fat tears are quick to brim your lower lash line as you whine in rafe’s grasp, “no—”

shushing you with a corrective tut, rafe pecks your lips in a silencing kiss, “shh … i always come back for you, don’t i? always call you, send you pretty presents — got you that laptop s’you can see me when y’get sad, yeah?”

with an appreciative nod, your lips brush against rafe — your papi always kept his promises, “g-going to mi-miss you,” you shudder, your voice all cracked and uneven as you stare directly into rafe’s bright baby blues, silently wishing you’d be able to make him stay just one more night.

“i know, kid,” rafe sighs, gently easing the both of you to fall back on the bed, one arm secured around your waist as he slides a free hand to the back of your head, lightly scratching at your scalp, “promise, m’gonna come back and take good care of you, yeah? s’my job to make sure m’little girl is happy,” he coos, leaving you to nod against his neck as you slowly, but surely begin to doze off.

whispering sweet nothing into your sleepy ear, rafe remains awake, until he’s one hundred percent sure that your asleep, your parted lips blowing warm air against his neck. once your breathing calmed into a steady rhythm, rafe was careful about maneuvering your drowsy body, carefully removing the small hand that rested on his face and placing it on his chest.

it was never easy for rafe to leave his girl in an island that was so far from him. he liked being in control and in the know of all moving parts in your day to day, so leaving you to fend for yourself — despite being waited in hand and foot by the hired help of the villa — rafe fought the urge to fly you to kildare altogether. you were still so wet behind the ears, so fragile and sentimental, such a transition would be way too much for your little heart to handle.

placing the pillow that sat under his head to rest in the tight hold of your arms, rafe reaches for the powder pink iphone that sits on the nightstand, placing it beside the pillow, ready for your use, the moment you woke up.

you just hoped that your papi rafe would be proud that you were awake the entire time and didn’t cry … because you practiced!

#asks #anon #obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron x reader #obx imagine #rafe cameron smut #rafe smut #rafe x reader #sugardaddy!rafe

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i6corais · 1 day

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⠀⠀𑂺̎༴ׅ⠀♡ִ̈⠀ׅ⠀⎯ི▪︎𝇂𑂺⠀ୃ𐍸֔⃢🎐⠀𝗅α࣪𝖽࣪𝗒࣪'𝗌⠀ֵ⠀♡᤺ 🎧꒪⠀ֵ⠀⠀⃘̻🏩

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megistusdiary · 13 hours

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🎭anon back on her bs and i am THRIVING phantom arle please, show up in my mirror and drag me down to your home beneath the opera house pleaaaaase

·:*¨༺ ♱𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈♱ ༻¨*:·

phantom!arle x fem!reader

warnings: phantom of the opera!au, wlw content

do not ask me why there's no smut, i literally had no ideas where to go from here.

the full-length mirror.

the one that sits in your dressing room, taunting you in the back of your mind when you dream. you often find yourself staring into it, your image staring back, though it feels like something else- someone else is watching you through your own eyes.

she watches, unbeknownst to you, as you dress for your show. she watches you tend to your hair, apply your makeup. there are very good mirrors elsewhere in the room, but it's almost like you're taunting her by only using this one.

tonight it's near silent, empty, save for you. your castmates had assumed you'd be out celebrating a successful debut, but you'd requested to be alone for the moment.

the bouquet brought by an old friend rests on your dressing table, your name on the card at the center. you smile softly as you reach for the card to read it once more when you feel a slight chill in the room.

the candles that were once lit blow out, one by one, until the room grows dark. you glance around, gasping softly when you see the only light in the room emanates from the mirror. you hear a soft voice, ringing in your ears as you spin around, trying to find the source.

and, suddenly, it's clear.

"my angel." her voice is low, carrying a melody but unmistakable irritation.

you turn to see her.

the phantom. staring right back at you, or so you believe, through her mask as she looks down at you.

"come to me, angel." she beckons you, a gloved hand extended as you feel your head going fuzzy.

in the back of your mind, you can hear someone calling out to you, the handle of your dressing room shaking, but you pay it no mind.

her face shifts at the sound of someone trying to "rescue" you, but at the sound of your sweet voice singing back to her, she can't help but soften.

you gingerly step forward, peering up at her with a curious gaze. you're so sweet, believing her to be your very own angel of music, just as you are hers.

"my angel of music, come to me." she hums to you, feeling your hand slide into hers through the mirror. "come."

she pulls you into the mirror with careful steps, her free hand cupping your cheek as you feel the world go dark, her arms swiftly cradling you to her chest as she begins to descend a set of stairs, the noises of whoever your "rescuer" was fading into nothing.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #fem reader #genshin wlw #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino #arlecchino x you #💌─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭! ༊*·˚#💐─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 #✎─𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ❛ ༉‧₊˚#˗ˏˋ꒰ 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴 ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) ꒱#🐇─𝘮𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘯

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dokukoi · 2 days

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happy birthday to the one with stars in his eyes and dreams in his head 🎂🩷🌟 may your king dedede hypnosises be few and your maxim tomatoes be many 💝💞💖

#kirby #kirby fanart #kirby series #🪩 noe art #🐇🍡#🪩 kirby

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faiiryteethh · 2 days

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🪞𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓡𝔂𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓐𝓻𝓽 ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧🐇

#mark ryden #favorite artists #surreal #art #gothic #strange #pngs #transparents #my edits #paintings #lowbrow art #lowbrow

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theb0nesofmymind · 24 hours

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Hehehe 🐰

#don’t look at me like that #….unless it’s sexually then yes keep lookin #thebonesofmymind #🐇🐇🐇

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seulreinaz · 1 day

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　　　　　　✿࿐　　⁺　.　　i wish you roses while you can still smell them

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idollete · 1 day

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nossos mundos colidiram quando dennis o brabo lançou essa pedrada aqui 💭💭💭💭 eu tava passando umas anotações pro caderno e ouvindo funk (because i'm just a girl in braSil) quando essa aqui começou a tocar e eu não consegui mais ter paz, então vou compartilhar meus pensamentos aqui com vocês 🌷💋🎀

essa música pra mim é pano de fundo pra uma festinha de faculdade completamente insalubre com simón hempe as o intercambista engraçadinho que com duas semanas de aula já tava envolvido com atlética e era conhecido por todo mundo do campus. é óbvio que ele vai organizar todos esses rolês e, mesmo sem saber falar português direito, ele consegue convencer geral a ir, porque primeiro quem negaria um convite a esse homem e segundo ele prometeu ice, skol beats e cerveja de graça pra todo mundo.

é ÓBVIO que o simón tá recebendo todo mundo na entrada, colocando pulseira de "solteiro", "namorando" ou "enrolado" em geral e dizendo que pra entrar, tem que beber um shot de canelinha que ele vai tacar na boca dos outros com uma air soft que absolutamente NINGUÉM sabe a procedência.

quando chega na sua vez, a patricinha nariz em pé que jura só foi arrastada pela amiga pra uma festa dessas mas que no fundo se amarra na insalubridade, é claro que simón hempe parte pro ataque. "nossa, qué isso...no me dijeron qué brasil era paraíso", bem atiradinho mesmo, esquece que tem gente pra caralho querendo entrar e se escora na parede, alugando o teu tempo. vai dar um sinal pra um garoto assumir o lugar dele e te deixa observando todas as suas amigas entrando e te deixando pra trás cheias de risadinhas. ele vem todo metido segurando uma pulseira de solteira, aí você o encara tão metidinha quanto, "e quem te disse que eu sou solteira, garoto? meu namorado pode estar aí dentro me esperando e cê aqui me azarando. mal chegou no brasil e tá querendo apanhar". você tem namorado? não. mas não vai perder a oportunidade de tirar uma com a cara dele, né.

o lance é que simón hempe não é bobo, minhas queridas. ele chega bem pertinho de ti pra dizer que "cê não tem novio, gatinha. se namorar, é com uno pelotudo, no pode deixar una garota tan bonita así sozinha. se fosse mi novia, não ficaria sola" e é um tesão o jeito que ele mistura o português com o espanhol. por isso, você só revira os olhos e estende o pulso pra pegar a maldita pulseira e quando você tenta passar, toda apressadinha, ele te envolve pela cintura e te põe quietinha no lugar que estava antes, estalando a língua no céu da boca e negando com a cabeça. "no, no, no, bebé, precisa virar canelinha primero" e se você fizer careta, vendo um monte de gente levando o shot na boca, imediatamente dizendo que "nem fodendo você vai colocar isso na minha boca" ele te diz que o seu shot vai ser especial. o simón vai pegar uma garrafa lacrada, te mimando e tratando feito dondoca mesmo, e fazer sinal pra que você fique na posição certa, "dale, disseram que as brasileñas são corajosas, pruébame".

talvez seja a mistura da atmosfera, do perfume inebriante dele, do sorrisinho de puto, mas você topa o desafio, não consegue dizer não e quando vê, ele já tá entornando o líquido docinho na sua garganta, te observando como se fosse capaz de te devorar naquele momento mesmo. e quando você termina, é ele quem limpa o cantinho da sua boca, com cuidado pra não borrar o gloss e ainda tem a pachorra de largar um "buena niña". e ele só vai liberar a tua passagem porque o presidente da atlética tá com uma cara de poucas ideias e o simón não brinca em serviço.

só que ele não te esquece quando vai curtir um pouco da festa. na real, a primeira coisa que ele faz quando vai pra perto da pista de pista de dança é procurar por você. e não é difícil te encontrar rebolando até o chão com as suas amigas, observa como você já tá soltinha, como tá livre, leve, sorrindo, rindo, observa o jeitinho esnobe de dar fora nos caras idiotas que chegam em ti, o charme, como canta todas as músicas que ele sabe que possuem as letras mais chulas do mundo. simón hempe adorou funk desde a primeira vez que ouviu, mas te vendo dançar ele te apaixonou. e não foi só pelo ritmo rsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrs.

ele vai dar a volta na pista só pra chegar por trás de ti, passa no bar primeiro e pega uma beats tropical, vem como quem não quer nada, atravessa pela pista de dança feito fosse um deus, tal qual um vereador também, porque vai falando com geral, não tem pressa, até porque tá adorando a visão da tua bunda pra cima e pra baixo ao som do batidão. vejam bem, simón hempe sabe quando uma mulher quer ele. é por isso que já chega te pegando pela cintura, grudando o peitoral praticamente descoberto (porque é claro que ele só deixa os dois últimos botões da camisa fechados) nas suas costas, "pra você se refrescar, brasileirinha", é tudo que ele diz, botando a latinha na sua frente. aqui você aproveita pra deitar a cabeça no pescoço dele e ele entende o sinal, vai te dar de beber que nem da primeira vez, "me ensina a bailar así, eh?", e ele sabe dançar, só curte o joguinho de se fingir pra ti mesmo.

parece até sinal divino quando a música começa a tocar e ele reconhece porque foi ele quem colocou na playlist e se pá fez até sinal pro dj colocar essa quando tava chegando em ti. vai cantar todos os trechos em espanhol certinhos e se embolar naqueles em português, não tira as mãos da tua cintura em momento nenhum, rebola junto contigo, ondula o quadril quando você joga pra ele. honestamente, vocês poderiam estar fodendo ali mesmo pelo jeito que se movimentam, mas nenhum dos dois dá a mínima pra isso.

você sente ele duro na sua bunda, se aproveitando pra se esfregar ali, às vezes sobe as mãos nas suas costelas, as pontinhas dos dedos quase entrando no seu top, ameaçando apertar seus biquinhos que certamente já estão durinhos ali, mas ele ainda não faz isso. te chama de gostosa demais, diz que tá doido pra te beijar e você fica vaidosa, docinha nas mãos dele. e é quando ele começa a sussurrar o "toma, toma, toma, toma, toma" no pé do seu ouvido que você derrete real. vai virar e ele vai te tacar o maior beijão da vida.

nem preciso dizer que vocês fodem na festa mesmo, na primeira cabine vazia que encontram, com ele te apertando o pescoço e dizendo que você tem a bucetinha mais gostosa que ele já fodeu e que ele não vai sair de dentro de você nunca mais, te dizendo um monte de besteira em espanhol que você nem entende e te chamando de "perrita".

#Spotify #boa noite minhas divas 🐇🌷🎀☝🏻🌟#sério eu tô lelé demaaaaais #e é óbvio que vocês ficam de casalzinho pelo resto da festa né mores #ai simon hempe você me pagaaaaaaaaaa #lsdln headcanon #simon hempe

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epickiya722 · 3 days

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LOOK AT MY BOY!!! 😭💚

*Cue Yuki Hayashi's 🎶 You Say Run 🎶*

#LOOK AT HIM!!!#just kiya's thoughts #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha 421 #bnha manga spoilers #bnha spoilers #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #deku #it's appreciate midoriya hours folks!!#💚🐇👊

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bonbondecitron · 2 days

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Better luck next time 🐇

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #frye #frye onaga #frye splatoon #shiver #shiver and frye #big man #deep cut #big man splatoon

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coffeeshopguest · 3 days

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ahh! thank you so much for writing my gangbang fantasy, absolutely amazing!

i really love sambastian x reader, so it was amazing.

another suggestion is free use farmer x sebastian (or any of the bachelors tbh they’re all hotties) where they are tied up for a whole day and gets overstimulated from being toyed with alllll day

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ofc! glad you enjoyed, this one was so fun to write! i chose sebastian bc he's my favorite & the one i saw doing this the most. enjoy!

Tied and Used

Word Count: 1826 Pairing: Sebastian x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, smut, bondage, fingering, unprotected sex, swearing, vaginal sex, choking, praise kink, plugging, toy usage, free use, similar themes

Sebastian mentioned the idea over breakfast one day, he'd sipped his coffee nervously and tapped on the table as you chewed your food. To the point where you had to ask what was wrong. You knew Sebastian was kinky. You'd had that talk several times over before you were married. If you weren't into it you wouldn't have agreed to be with him which he seemed to forget often - usually not mentioning his own fantasies or interests in turn of just doing vanilla stuff in bed with you. You didn't mind either way but it was tiring seeing him suppress his own interests out of guilt (or maybe just plain old shame and fear).

Upon being asked what was wrong, Sebastian devolved into a mess of blushing and awkwardness. "I wanted...to try something new?" his tone went high pitched, he tapped on the table again, a nervous fidget of his. "It's...a bit far from what I usually ask and I'd..." he sighed, shaking his head. "You know what just forget it-"

"But-?"

"No, no, I don't - it would only really work in winter anyway," he dismissed, waving his hand as he stood up and grabbed his coffee. "I shouldn't have said anything."

You immediately stood too, gently gripping one of his wrists. "Why would it only work in winter?"

Sebastian flushed nervously, shaking his head. "It's uhm, sort of an all day thing," he whispered.

"All day?"

Sebastian hesitated, nodding ever so slightly. "I was thinking...like...rope...and..." he hesitated, trailing off and letting silence occupy the space as he thought of how to put it. "You...tied down all day? Just letting me fuck you, mess with you whenever I want?"

Your heart dropped to your stomach, but not necessarily in a bad way. In the way it does on the drop of a rollercoaster. The exciting kind. "Well...winter is coming up...we could-"

"No! No, I don't wanna...make you uncomfortable."

"It's fine! I want to try it," Sebastian's eyes widened a little and he nodded. A slight look of eagerness overtook his face but he quickly suppressed it.

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He started simple, the rope tying your wrists up to the headboard, legs tied apart to keep them spread. He examined his work, waited for a moment, then asked "Is that comfortable?"

"It's rope."

"Will it be fine for the whole day?" he answered, voice laced with concern. He quickly went to check how tight the knots were, ensuring he could undo them in a moments notice if you gave him the word. "I can take it off-"

You quickly shook your head, "no, no, they're fine," you assured. "Don't undo them," you added. Sebastian smiled, dipping down to kiss your lips softly. When he pulled back, his eyes trailed down your body. His eyes flickered with the same eagerness you'd seen upon your agreement months ago. "Do I get a safe word?" you teased, his eyes softened and he nodded.

"Of course you get a safe word, what do you take me for?" he kissed your forehead, you noticed him holding back on anything to sexual yet. "You remember we've used them before, right? You remember how to use them, lovely?"

You smirked, nodding, "The concept is fairly simple, love," he quirked an eyebrow at you.

"You're being a bit of a brat," he noted, a hand slid up your body, reaching your throat, "Quite bold of you considering you're tied up," he added softly. You liked this version of him, the nervous Sebastian was cute - the Sebastian who was nervous to take things too far, to seem weird. The Sebastian who wanted you safe and comfortable and who fumbled to even use the word bondage. But this version of Sebastian was different, like a switch in his brain flipped he would switch to an assertive and dominant person - confident. Kinky. "Do you want to choose your safe word, then?"

Nodding pathetically, you felt yourself already getting wet. "Y-yeah..."

His grip was light, not even choking you, just gently holding your throat. "If you can't speak or tap me, I want you to blink at me to tell me you need a break, okay? Two taps if you can, or rapid blinks, can you do that?" you nodded, "Good girl, safe word?"

With an already shut off brain, you could barely come up with a word to give him. Finally, you managed to settle on a basic easy one, "Mango."

He nodded, "Mango," he repeated, assuring you he heard it. He gently kissed your forehead again, "mind staying here alone?" he added. "If you need me, you can call, I'll never go far."

"How often?"

"Between sessions, I'll get you some snacks and water between too, clean you up a little, but I want you to stay tied down...that's part of the fantasy for me..." he explained. "Would that be alright?"

You nodded, and he smiled, already enjoying this. "Good girl," he whispered. Gently, his hand tightened around your throat, cutting off your oxygen for just a moment. You let out a soft groan, and he smiled as he watched your reaction. His other hand slowly moved, cupping your breast. His thumb rolling over your nipple, trying to earn more of a reaction from you. And he got exactly that, a loud noise came out of you. Almost like a whine.

He leaned back, moved his hand down your body and traced for your thighs. He reached up, gently rubbing against your pussy. Your head tilted back, hitting the pillow. "Fuck-" you murmured out. Sebastian smirked, letting one finger glide up to your entrance, his thumb gently rubs your clit for a second before he slides a finger in, causing your back to arch. Your legs move slightly, but the ropes hold them in place.

"Damn, those hold better than I expected," he mumbled, pulling his finger out, it was coated with your juice and he gently licked it off. Leaning back as he examined you. "Don't know what I wanna do first," he said. "I have a whole day..." His finger slid back inside, and he gently began pumping it to gain a reaction. You whimpered out and he watched your face.

You whined as he pulled his finger back out, leaned back, watched your chest rise and fall. "More...more Seb..." he smirked at your whines and slid the finger in, pumping a little before he slowly slid in a second.

"That okay? Doesn't hurt?" he asked softly, waiting for an answer, leaving his fingers in place and waiting for your answer.

You nodded, whimpering pathetically. "It's, it's fine, keep going, please..." You begged. He smiled, immediately beginning to pump his fingers into you. Your fingers dug into the bedsheets and you pleaded for more. He kept going for a while, waiting till you were close, he pulled back, slowly sliding a third finger in. "God...I'm gonna..."

"Go on, baby, go ahead, cum," he encouraged, watching as your body tensed. Walls clenching around his fingers, he slid them out and watched the cum drip down your legs. He gently licked his fingers clean, slid off the bed, kissed your forehead. "Good job, baby, you did so good. I'll be back later."

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It didn't take long for Sebastian to return, he poked his head into the room. He admired the way you laid in the bed, tied down still, he walked in gently kissing your forehead. "Holding up well? Boring on your own? Should I turn the TV on?" his hand gently slid down your body.

"TV when you're gone would be nice," you answered softly. "But right now, I was thinking something else."

Sebastian laughed softly, kissing you softly. "I was too, actually," he stepped around the bed, finding the drawer of his bedside table and opening it. He pulled out some lube, fished for the box of condoms, glanced at you, "would you...mind...?"

You turned your head to him, "mind?"

"Uhm..." he flushed, "I kinda want...to try the plugging today too?"

You smiled, nodding, "that sounds hot, go for it."

"Would you mind? No condom? Filling you? Then, uh..."

"Do it," you answered simply, and that's all it took. He gently unzipped his jeans, took them off, followed by his boxers, he took the lube, squeezing some onto his hand. He slid some across your pussy before moving to rub it on himself. His head fell back slightly and a soft moan escaped him as he jacked himself off as he lubed himself up.

His hands gently squeezed your thighs, he lined himself up. Easily, he slipped in, and you let out a desperate squeak. His head fell back once more as he began to gently thrust. His fingers dug into your thighs as he pumped. You moaned out, eager for more. Gripping onto the sheets as Sebastian rolled himself deeper into you. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, as he repeatedly pulled out and slammed back in. He let out soft grunts of pleasure, barely paying attention to the way you basically writhered for more. He felt the walls clenching and looked down at you.

"That's right, fuck, milk it, c'mon, cum on it," he said, thrusting as he fucked you till you came onto his dick, he thrusted through your orgasam as your walls clenched, his head fell back as he finally let go. He grunted out in relief as his seed shot deep into you. He let himself lean down, kissing your lips before he finally pulled out, he fished out a dildo from the bedside table, and then gently shoved it into your used pussy. You grunted out a little, biting your lip.

He waited, "is that okay? Doesn't feel bad?" he whispered, you shook your head.

"It's...good- leave it, please..."

"God I fucking love when you beg."

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You began to lose count of how many times Sebastian came in throughout the day, alternating methods of how he used you. He fucked you with the dildo, his fingers, his tongue, he filled you multiple times and plugged you after each time. It felt like heaven. The sun set, and you found yourself sore. When Sebastian entered the room, you debated if you could take it. His eyes wandered your body, and finally he gently leaned down and kissed your forehead. "You're all done baby, I know," he cooed. "I wasn't too much, was I?"

You shook your head, smiling as he kissed you softly down your neck. "Too tired for words? Let me clean you up, baby, you deserve it."

"Mh, love you.."

"I love you too," he answered, kissing your forehead again.

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