Trapped In Here, With You (Sebastian Solace X Reader)

Slight warning: this fic contains Experiment! Reader, use of both genitalia, no specified pronouns, slight OOC for Sebastian, mentions of blood and degradation plus praise( I.e. "good little slut"). The reader isn't human. Not really body horror but fantasizing about violent acts? Not really hate sex, just emotionless sex, like there's no sentimentality here. Size difference. I wasn't aware until I played the game again just how big Sebastian is compared to the player. Technical blood kink. Non-human genitalia. Intersex Sebastian and Reader.

"Are you dense, stupid, deaf or blind!? Because that is the only reason you can keep dying to this- it's right behind you! God. I've known you for years, E, how are you doing this?"

After your consequential 57th death in the Hadal Blacksite, Seb is a little more than frustrated. Obviously he wishes you luck since you have an emotional attachment to him, sure his sarcasm is prevalent. But he looks genuinely distraught at the fact that you, who can breathe underwater and would be invisible to the monsters if you took off the damn uniform, keep dying. Hell, he doesn't even know why you still work for Urbanshade considering what they did to you, he wonders why you haven't tore off the scrambler and let it explode in the water already. "You have heightened hearing, how did you not hear it!?"

The problem is, you're not deterred by his shouting and insults. You like them. He's not aware, no, but you partially enjoy hearing him shout. The roughness of his voice, the slight cracks, the incredulous tone. Not to mention, the snarky dumbing down of you. Should you be scared of a giant fish monster shouting at you? Probably.

Instead, it has you clenching your thighs, Sebastian goes on ranting.

"I expect so much better from you, why do you deplete any hope I have? Are- are you purposefully being dumb? Do you enjoy death or something? Some masochistic urge of yours? Okay, wait, come to think of it we probably both have some weird stuff to work through." He mutters the last sentence. It is technically true, you had both been through some tough shit, which leads to some . . . Fascinating sexual enjoyment. At least he's aware of the idea. "But, still, 57? And not a single time you've even touched door 60."

Sebastian paces back and forth, hands moving as he speaks. Your eyes trail on the claws. How would they feel about puncturing your skin? Would they glide right across, or bring jagged tears in the flesh? You want to feel it.

Fuck, it's already gotten considerably wet for you.

Which Sebastian probably either smells or senses because he stops pacing and turns to you, perplexed, disappointed, there's a lot in his expression. "Are you serious?" You didn't mean to focus on his teeth, but it does bring the exhilarating thought of him biting you. The marks. "Didn't we deal with your heat thing, like, a few days ago?" He snaps his fingers to get you to focus.

"Not my fault you sound nice when shouting." You say, matter-of-factly. As if it were obvious and the expected reaction one would have.

"Not my- Oh, wow, I wasn't aware my best friend was a lustful bitch. What kind of childhood trauma triggered that, huh?" His words are biting, you wish it were his fangs, and his tone is bamboozled. Shocked. Definitely disappointed. "Geez, shouting? Really? That's what gets you going? Being talked down to? Being treated like crap?"

You almost nod with enthusiasm. As if to say yes, please keep telling me how dumb I am, please keep insulting me. You clench your thighs again, Sebastian sighs heavily. "I'm not even mad, I'm just disappointed."

He pauses a moment, simply staring at you, then pulls at his scarf and jacket.

"Hurry up, strip. Damn slut." Again, he drops his voice to say the last part. The husk of it, though, paired with the name? You're biting your lip to stop from the moan that tried to leave at just the name. Your hands are hurried as they unbuckle straps, undo buttons and zips, toss the material onto a desk. There's a very slight trembling in your hands, and you can feel your tail wag a small bit. Bare once more.