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dilfhos · 7 months

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WALKING ON GLASS.

#!WHO; SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS x fem!reader

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

NETWORKS @angelshub @bitchcraftinc @planetonet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Face the wall.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey now,”

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

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

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

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

“Yes Sebastian!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sebluvi · 1 year

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I Floove You

G/N reader x Sebastian Sallow

Sebastian decides to confess to you at an extremely inconvenient moment.

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You couldn’t believe this was actually happening, and you really couldn’t believe that he was the first to say something.

You had been in love with Sebastian Sallow for over a year at this point. The long nights spent awake, staring out the window in the Slytherin common room out into the dark lake, thoughts wondering to his body. Wondering what he’d be like as a lover, what it’d feel like to have his hands roaming over you in the Undercroft. It seemed like it had been ages of one-sided pining on your part. You had no idea he felt the same. Yet here he was, standing in front of you, slightly out of breath from the nerves, brown puppy eyes looking at you in a pleading manner, as if begging you to feel the same, and you did, but you were NOT ready to discuss this.

You had no idea how to even begin to address this, honestly..you felt overwhelmed. Sebastian picked the absolute worst time to have this conversation. After a spat between the two of you, he decided to blurt it out. You were in between classes and you were nervous to be late to your next one. Professor Sharp certainly wouldn’t care if your excuse for being tardy was because the love of your life had no proper sense of when and wheres, and was confessing to you in the middle of the hallway.

The maroon blush that had set on your face was burning hot. You stood, hands full of books, green cardigan slightly falling off one shoulder, and hair hanging in your face. You felt too flustered, you looked too flustered. Too nervous. What if someone overheard your conversation? Someone hearing your confession of love would be too embarrassing to handle. You were the “Hero of Hogwarts”. You were supposed to be a stone-faced badass, and having openly mushy gushy conversations with Sallow in the damned hallway was not a way to keep that reputation.

So, you did what you felt was the best option. You fled.

“Sebastian, I-I’m going to uh, be late for class.”

You turned on your heel and starting powerwalking to class, hoping no one would see your flustered expression, and hoping that he would get the hint to talk later.

Sebastian stood, dumbfounded. His brows furrowed, and his freckled nose crinkled in disagreement with the situation. He started walking towards you in the same speed you were going, which was exactly what you were hoping he wouldn’t do.

“Wait! Y/n! Are you serious right now? You can’t just walk away after something like that! Are you seriously rejecting me right now? After everything?”

“Sebastian we can talk about this later. Please don’t come to any rash conclusions on your own. I.. we have to get to potions.” You called back to him.

“Unbelievable! You’re kidding me right?!”

He sped up, finally catching up to you. He grabbed your arm and spun you around, causing one of your textbooks to tumble out of your hands. You glared at the book hitting the ground, then back at him.

“You know that book is probably at least 200 years old right? It can’t exactly handle being tossed like garbage on the ground.”

“Y/n..just. Stop! Forget the textbook, they practically can conjure them out of thin air. Seriously?! Look at me. Why are you trying to avoid this conversation? Do you not feel the same?” The feeling of his hand gripping your arm sent shivers up your spine.

You looked quickly around the hallway, hoping no one had managed to sneak up on the two of you. “Sebastian, I did not say that, and I do not entirely want to have this private conversation in the hallway!” You practically hissed the last part of your statement at him. You pulled your arm away and started powerwalking again. Men.

Sebastian, stubborn as he is, wasn’t going to let you get away that easily. He started walking after you again, determined to get you to say something, ANYTHING, that wouldn’t leave him riddled with anxiety until you were able to talk again.

“Y/n, you can’t just put this on pause. I’m sorry I picked a wrong time to talk about it but you can’t just run away!” He sped up trying to catch up to you again, at this point you were slightly out of breath, hoping he’d just shut up once you managed to slip into the classroom.

“Y/n, please, do you know how long it took for me to gather the courage to even mention the word lov-“

“YOU CAN’T IMAGINE HOW INCONVIENIENT TRAVEL WAS BEFORE I INVENTED FLOO POWDER”

“AAH” You squealed, thinking someone had finally heard the two of you, you tripped over your own feet, books flying everywhere. You landed face first on the concrete, and laid there not moving for what seemed like ages.

Sebastian stopped dead in his tracks watching the scene unfold before him. At first his face twisted into a look of horror, watching your legs splayed in 2 different directions as you landed, and then he burst out laughing, practically in tears.

You stared dead-eyed at the wall next to you, completely numb. You hadn’t hurt yourself physically, you were too embarrassed to even function Your pride though…..you didn’t want to talk about it. Your poor, poor ego. He’d never let you live this down.

As you stared at the wall, you heard Sebastian shuffling. You presumed he was picking your books up. Sebastian stepped into your field of vision, and you glanced up at him without moving your head, glaring at him.

He slightly bent over, hair lop-sided falling to one side of his head with gravity, smiling at you. “You should really be more careful, love. Care to discuss this in the hospital wing?” You wanted to slap that cheeky smirk right off his face.

You groaned at him. You were going to personally find the grave of the floo powder lady and spit on it yourself.

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Im so sorry

I had to do this

My requests are open for hogwarts legacy characters

LOL

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