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sugurouge · 8 months ago

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— yes, my lady : sebastian michaelis x f!reader

content warnings! reader is a descendant of the phantomhive family, power imbalance (master/servant) but also (human/demon), somewhat monsterfucking if you squint (i wanted to make use of his ‘true form’ a little), smut, size difference, manhandling, praise, pet names (my lady, darling, dear), orgasm control, sacrilege, a tiny bit of blood, topics of loneliness

summary: after another tiresome day out in the world, you are greeted with your recent mistake—sebastian. a hand-me-down from your ancestors that you summoned by chance and who now apparently has a contract with you. yet this modern world, working women, independence, and your awfully bratty attitude are challenges that are entirely new to him. however, he did swear to serve you. so, allow him to take care of his tired "mistress"

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It’s not every day that your job becomes stressful enough to fully tire you out. But today, today was even more draining than you had anticipated. Deep red eyes watch your tired form from across the hallway, raking over your figure as the owner remains quiet. Sebastian hasn't quite understood the fulfillment behind humans working themselves to the bone, nor the desire for young women to eagerly venture out to conquer “corporate,” as you once called it.

Yet, understanding or not, he is sworn to serve you and look after you. You are in his care until the contract is completed.

For this, he steps forward, his touch as sultry and gentle as his voice that welcomes you home. “My Lady,” the demon begins, as strength returns to your figure upon the stabilising hold of his hands on the small of your back while you remove your heels. You meet his smile with a glare from your pretty eyes, still wary of your newly added decor.

“I can handle myself just fine, Sebastian.” Yes, you’re a feisty one. Sebastian has been well aware of that fact since the moment you met. You dislike men staring at you in the street, loathe the forced small talk with them at work, or having to humour one of them when all you want is to be in the safety and comfort of your home. The once safe haven you now share with some sort of butler, or so he proclaimed. Never would you have expected such an outcome from your family’s antiques.

But here you are, the independent woman from before, now with a handsome devil at your beck and call. “You appear particularly exhausted tonight. Why not let me take care of you and help you to a restful night?” Sebastian proposes with gentle calmness to your vervour as his hands return to rest behind his back.

He irritates you. His act of concern for you when all he truly cares for is your soul. The motive is clear, yet he play-pretends to be something you cannot wrap your head around. “And what could you do for me?” you challenge in return, crossing your arms in front of your chest as the tip of your nose lifts a little higher to meet Sebastian’s gaze. “Anything you wish,” replies the butler, without a hint of malice in his words. “I would propose running a hot bath, brewing a warm cup of tea, and—” he pauses, clearly having caught himself with an idea you would despise.

The proposal sounds pleasing, almost exactly what you would do if you weren’t feeling too lazy to run a bath for yourself. But he doesn't need to know that. Your expression remains unfaltering, almost challenging. “And what? Speak, Sebastian.” The quirk of your brow ticks Sebastian off in just the right way, your confidence and demand a challenge he secretly enjoys.

The distance between your bodies grows smaller, and a gloved hand tips your chin up as red hues draw near. “A massage for your exhausted figure, my Lady.” He drawls the title, a pinch of condescension hidden in his words. You can’t resist the idea of standing on your toes, leaning further into his space to see him shrink away as your lips almost brush Sebastian’s while you speak: “Carry me, Sebastian.”

Yet, he does not shy away. He feels your pulse quicken, hears your heart drumming a beat of bravery, while your sweet lips could offer a relief he hasn’t felt in millennia. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth upon your demand and, without hesitation, you find yourself in his embrace. Knees and shoulders pressed firmly against his body, Sebastian carries you to your bedroom.

He knows tonight won’t be easy on him. Sebastian is well aware of the mischief you try to conceal, to seem more mature than you actually are. But tonight you appear different; tonight, you bring new challenges to your rendezvous once your head finds its rest on his shoulder. The tease of your breath against his neck, your smaller fingers playing with his necktie as you wet your lips. Nothing good comes from those pretty lips, Sebastian notes.

“Sebastian?” How can you suddenly say his name so softly? He looks down to you, the crimson tinge to his eyes making him appear like a starved hunter under the faint lights of the streetlamps and mood lights in your apartment. “The water is already set and at the perfect temperature for the female body.” Of course, he had heard your footsteps from afar and decided that tonight would be perfect for a bath. He is an expert at planning, at being one step ahead of everyone else. That is, until you continue speaking. A simple command, short and to the point, too alluring: “Undress me.”

You need to try harder if you wish to get a rise from him. For now, you find yourself seated on your bathroom counter with a newly found frown adorning your face. It doesn’t suit you, but it entertains Sebastian. “Your wish is my command,” he speaks an octave lower, honey almost dripping from his words before skilled fingers smooth out the fabric of your blouse. Sebastian’s gaze does not meet yours while he unbuttons it; he stays focused on the task without lusting over your exposed skin.

Suddenly, you wish he would want to devour you. The gloved touch that teases your upper body is not enough, yet so close to the fulfilling feeling of desire that you miss.

The clothing item is pushed off your shoulders before his touch ghosts along your waist. “May I continue?” The question is accompanied by one hand held out to you, palm facing up for you to grasp and rise to your feet. In one swift move, you find yourself staring at your reflection in the mirror as Sebastian spins you around to undo the intricate buttons of your skirt you had struggled with this morning—why must designers place them in such difficult spots?

To nobody’s surprise, they are undone as quickly as your blouse, before your silk dress follows suit and pools around your ankles, leaving you in nothing but a tantalising set of underwear—dark red, almost a perfect match to Sebastian’s eyes. You eyes meet through the mirror and you refuse to shy away. No, like the little vixen that you are, you lean forward just enough to expose yourself further to your demon as you pretend to busy yourself by wiping off your lipstick.

It feels humbling to witness his gaze remain unfaltering; Sebastian continues to look into your eyes rather than the places you want his greed to be. “I will prepare your tea now,” he states as business continues as usual before leaving you alone.

A sigh is all you allow yourself as your shoulders slump. You really tried to seduce him. At the thought, you find a smile tugging at your mouth, the lust to be desired something that has been missing for a while now in your life. You know work, you know how to overwork yourself, and you have no time for flings or meaningless encounters. That was when he entered the picture.

Upon Sebastian’s return, he finds you seated in the bathtub; You’ve made sure to keep your hair out of the water and expose your neck, for hungry eyes to appreciate the shein layer of damp on your skin. The plate beneath the teacup meets the ceramic of your bathtub as your widened—nearly pleading—eyes shoot up to challenge his. If only you had acted a second quicker, you would have caught him staring at your cleavage, barely covered by the water and foam.

“Is there anything else you may need?” Sebastian inquires. He hates to admit it, but tonight seems like a greater challenge than he anticipated. How the simple word “You” could weaken a demon of his calibre is something for future Sebastian to concern himself with. Present Sebastian relishes the desire tugging at his stomach, the way you stare at him so submissively. Until you continue speaking: “Massage me, my butler.”

You turn your back to him as he takes his place behind you on the edge of the bathtub. Would you still be so smug if he grabbed your cheeks between his fingertips? If he forced you to look deep into his eyes while coaxing the cutest sounds past your lips? How can you act this way when at night you hump your pillow and beg for more, something better? Yet in the daylight, you behave like a spoiled princess, and he only adds to that imaginary status of yours. How badly he would love to ruin it. One or two more slip-ups, and he might find a loophole in your contract and commands.

To your dismay, gloved hands meet the skin of your neck. “Take them off, Sebastian. Touch me fully.” Your words bounce off the bathroom tiles, and his reply of “Yes, my lady,” echoes back. Shivers elicit along your neck as his skin touches yours, and the strength behind Sebastian’s touch massages the knots and the sorrow from your shoulders.

The moment is sweet enough to let your eyes fall closed, your head resting against Sebastian’s thigh as you sigh a gentle moan of relief. The sound snaps Sebastian’s attention to your face. With your eyes closed, he allows himself a moment to admire your features. Even a demon can admit that some humans are indeed beautiful. Sometimes, that beauty doesn’t surpass their soul, but in your case, there is something so unique about you that captivates Sebastian’s attention and lust.

You catch him staring as your eyes flutter open, the position you find yourself in so vulnerable, with him leaning above you. “Naughty butler…” you tease, and Sebastian wants to wipe that cheeky smirk right off your face. “If you have so much time to stare at me, you might as well wash my body for me.” The disrespectful teasing, as if he were nothing more than a pet, reminds Sebastian of someone else, someone he couldn’t wait to devour many years ago. But what else could he do but make himself useful for now?

In a swift move, Sebastian shrugs off his jacket and pushes up the sleeves of his buttoned shirt before kneeling beside your bathtub. He appears disinterested again, putting on a perfect mask of nonchalance as he runs the washcloth along your shoulders and arms, warming your figure and letting rose-scented water wash the sorrows away.

Until you’ve had enough of this act. Until you grow overly confident as you lean into his proximity: Your fingers lace around Sebastian’s wrist like a personal handcuff, your eyes locking onto his. “Be more thorough, Sebastian. Wash away the filth.” You go as far as to help him run the cloth over your chest. The drag of his nails against your sensitive skin sends shivers down your spine, and Sebastian watches you attentively, to witness your pupils dilate, the pink tip of your tongue darting out to wet your lips as your noses almost touch. He has never obeyed such a troublesome person before.

You start to bring out the worst in him—something that wants to teach you a lesson, something to remind you how different the roles could be if it weren't for this contract. The washcloth is pushed over your breasts and dips beneath the surface of the water to run along your stomach before being abandoned entirely as Sebastian’s fingers dip into the supple flesh of your thighs. Blunt nails drag along your inner thighs, and he loves to watch the shift in your demeanour; how you grow shy beneath his touch, your stare faltering as he draws dangerously close to your sacred area.

There is no bite to your bark as you cry out his name, your need for him too evident while you try to maintain a pretence. "S-Sebastian!" Finally, you act as your thighs press shut around his hand, panic ever so evident in your pretty eyes he can't stop the devilish smirk from spreading across his features. "My dear, don’t tell me you expect to play with fire and come out unharmed…"

The next moment, your back meets the cold stone as Sebastian races forward, hands placed left and right from your figure on the edge of the bathtub. The impact forces a puff of air to escape your lips as your eyes snap up to meet your butler’s dark pair, searching for a trace of humanity in those pools of crimson. "Behave…" you attempt to regain control, which is met with a chuckle. "I only follow your commands," he challenges as the cloth returns to clean your body. "You wanted me to be thorough, let me be thorough."

However, the lips that crash against the racing pulse in your neck have nothing to do with the command of cleaning your body. Sebastian acts upon his own selfish accord, upon the lust you’ve ignited by teetering too close to the dangerous territories of demonic desires.

And he makes you feel too good as he ravages you, suckling and nipping at your skin until you can't help but moan, your head falling back to offer him more space. You can't even think of a fitting command, the sweet words for him to "Don’t stop, please," a much more natural reaction as his palms cup your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples until you whimper ever so prettily.

"Who would have thought you could turn into such a sweet darling?" Sebastian teases with whispered words against the shell of your ear, the hum that follows so deep and low it has your stomach fluttering. Your fingers lace between his dark strands, effectively holding him in place as you return to being face-to-face with Sebastian. Shamelessly, you allow yourself to rake your eyes over his sharp features. You've never wanted anything more than him. But the thought evaporates upon the sharp sensation of nails against your waistline and hips, upon the pair of fingers pushing between your folds before rubbing against your clit.

Oh? How willingly you part your legs now, Sebastian muses.

"Is this thorough enough, my lady?" he mocks as his fingertips press against the opening of your pussy, your eager hole giving way slightly as he pushes past. He knows what he’s doing to you. He sees it in the crease of your brow, feels it as your hips buck against his touch. "More, Sebastian, I need more tonight." Like the greedy thing you are, you take it upon yourself to play with your breasts, yet the silent plea in your eyes tells your butler all you want is for him to take care of you.

“Oh dear,” he whispers gently, but smiles victoriously as your moans tumble from your trembling lips when two of his fingers push inside you. "Do you give yourself to me? Allow me full reign, hm?"

The idea sounds great, perfect, until you manage to flutter your heavy eyes open and see the devious apparition in front of you. Sebastian’s eyes are more slanted, set ablaze, deep pink hues now replacing his usual red, with lust overflowing past his thick lashes as pointed teeth hide behind his full lips. Giving yourself to a demon doesn’t seem like the best idea, but the fingers stimulating your gummy spot have you nodding regardless. How lucky you are that you need to use words under these circumstances.

“Darling, tell me,” Sebastian urges as his thrusts become harsher, uncaring for the water or your comfort as your tits bounce and your walls clamp so promisingly. “N-no, no, Sebastian! Just, ah—” you falter as you try your best to stay present, to keep control over this demon while he fingerfucks you. “Think, speak, quickly, little Lady,” he further pressures you. What he wouldn’t give to do with your body whatever he wants. “Just-, just tonight! Sebastian—” the way you moan his name makes you a sinner itself, it should send you to all seven hells as the echoes ring inside his mind. “Look after me, tonight,” you finally manage to cry out as your walls pull in desperate need. “Make me feel good,” your final demand.

But instead of sweet release, you feel the disappointing emptiness as he retracts his fingers, leaving you a heaving mess in your bathtub—only now do you notice how cold the water has turned. “You can ask more nicely than that, my dear.” There is little consideration to be spared for the length of your bath once a strong arm wraps around your waist. Sebastian wastes no time in having you seated on his lap, your wet form drenching his clothing as he spreads your legs over his thighs and presses you flush against his chest. “I will look after you until the day you die,” he whispers into your ear, and maybe if the words weren’t so true and less intimidating, you could consider them romantic.

You notice that Sebastian’s form has returned to fully human, with almost tender eyes meeting yours this time around, turning your desire mellow and seasoned with sweetness. “Kiss me, please.”

He follows suit as your lips crash together a moment later, his palms stabilising your back in his hold. “More…” you breathe. Your fingers reach out to guide one of his hands on your back, between the valley of your tits, down your stomach, until you ultimately buck your hips against his, seeking further friction in desperate need. He tightens his hold on your body, tugging gently at your frame as he leans forward to suck on your wet skin, leaving marks in his wake. A small grin tugs at his lips as a soft whimper escapes you. “What’s wrong?” The whispered question makes goosebumps spread over your skin as the chill of his breath battles with the warmth of your bathroom.

“Want to be ruined by you.” The words that fall past your lips seal your fate. “Please, make me feel good, Sebastian.” You sound so desperate, only a fool would resist. “Taint me,” you shamelessly sigh against his ear, “Let me feel you.”

“Taint you…” he murmurs, halting his movements momentarily to witness you grow impatient before one of his arms holds a firm grip around your waist, restricting your movements as you’re now fully pressed against his chest. “How much more does my little Lady want to be tainted?” His free hand ghosts along your puffy lips, your slick making the drag too easy, too appealing to not draw circles into your clit, only pulling back any time he feels you squirm on his lap. Your little cries are music to Sebastian’s ears. It’s so good, too good, the way his fingers move, almost as if he already knows all your weak spots. “Do you wish to experience bliss only I could give you, and ruin yourself for all eternity?” His questions urge you to wrap your arms around him, to hide your face in the gentle embrace of a monster, as though you’re trying to hide from judgement itself upon your immoral fantasies. “I wish for that, Sebastian.”

No further words are needed, not when your lips convey more as they meet Sebastian's. A kiss so fierce, he may steal the air from your lungs and drag you to hell himself. Teeth pull at your bottom lip unapologetically, his tongue meeting with your own, entwining with another until you taste him. Meanwhile, the familiar stretch of his fingers, accompanied by the filthy squelching of your arousal, threatens to overload your senses. The teasing returns as your lips part to allow Sebastian a front row seat to your desperate play, as his thumb presses into your clit. You really yearn for this orgasm, don’t you? Of course, you do, with how tightly you clench around his digits, pulsing as though you’re trying to keep him inside—as if he couldn’t offer you a much better alternative.

“Let go, my dear, you look so beautiful right now, I want to see you come undone for me.” Sebastian encourages, as his fingers expertly curl against your walls, each time pushing past the limits of what you’re able to take. So you let go, finally, allowing your eyes to shut as your fingers fist the fabric of his dress shirt. He’s never received praise in a prayer-like form, the sighing thank-yous tumbling free between your moans, so unlike the feisty thing you pretend to be. You are adorable. “Very good, my darling, just like that.” Sebastian whispers, as the movements slow down until his fingers still inside you, until the heaving of your chest and the trembling of your thighs calms, and you fall into his embrace.

But much to Sebastian's surprise, and despite his predictions about your exhaustion, you return his previous affections. Your lips kiss along his neck as you undo his necktie, fingertips already so eager to free him from the confines of his clothes, it makes Sebastian wonder who the real glutton between you two is. “My Lady,” he innocently halts your advances as he entwines his fingers with your own, kissing each tip while holding eye contact. “Shouldn’t we proceed to your chambers? I don’t wish to bring needless discomfort upon you—you need your strength to handle me.” At that, you feel his tongue drag along your pointer finger before a final kiss is placed on its tip, while a devious smile returns to Sebastian’s lips. If only you wouldn’t look so adorable each time he teases you. But you are already too far gone to keep up pretences, when you can instead allow someone else to finally be your resolve.

So it's only natural for you to command Sebastian once more. “Bring me to my bed,” you mumble while your arms already lace around his neck. He follows.

Yet it catches you by surprise once you’re simply dropped into your bouncy mattress and sea of pillows. However, in the next moment, you find yourself caged underneath Sebastian. Your hands roam free to undo his dress shirt and shrug it off his figure, allowing your nails to drag over his pearly skin until you reach his pants and finally feel what lies hidden behind the dark fabrics.

You seem in control, until firm hands spread your thighs and Sebastian leans in, to nibble along your inner legs, shining in the moonlight as he dives between your thighs to lap at your cunt, his tongue pushing past the tight ring of your entrance before dragging all over your hot and puffy pussy. He then licks and kisses his way up your stomach, sternum, and nipples, while the surprising satisfaction of his cock—hot, hard, and leaking with pre-cum—coats itself with your juices. He grinds against you until you writhe for more, until his hands find rest on the back of your knees so he can press your legs up against your sides, fully opening you to thrust into you without struggle, without restraint, as lust overcomes him.

You shake your head at the stretch of his girth welcoming your pussy, sweet pleas mixed with whiny complaints escaping your lips without much thought. “‘S too much, Sebastian… can’t…” you admit. The chuckle that follows is devious, before a soft sigh in satisfaction follows as tender lips place an adoring kiss to your cheek. “You will,” Sebastian whispers, followed by the command “Now just surrender to me.” His lips seek out your own once more as he picks up a relentless pace.

Your nails dig into his back, leaving red streaks that run deep. You can’t look at anything but him—his strong body on top of yours, the visible strain to his muscles while he ruts into you—until you find yourself once more captivated by his eyes. He almost looks at you lovingly, no hungrily. But Sebastian doesn't just want to consume your soul; no, his desires reach beyond basic greed. He wants to own you, to keep you to himself, to reign over you until your best years are over. You can see it clearly while swimming in crimson. But with the delicious drag of his cock inside your walls, you might just let him. Who would have expected you to be tamed this well by getting fucked?

“Please, please, please,” you exhale as your head lolls from side to side, writhing beneath your very own demon. Oh? You’re quick to beg. Quick to turn desperate, so eager to have more of something that should never have been yours. “Sebastian, Sebastian,” you repeat like a mantra as his hands hold your fragile body, digging into your hips to force you into a perfect arch for Sebastian to ravage your skin. He litters kisses over your chest, laps at your nipples, and drags your hips back down to snap against his while he is guided by gluttony.

“Give yourself to me,” you demand with no trace of shame in your bones, finally giving him a task worthy of your beautiful soul. “Stay with me, be mine…”

You almost feel dizzy with how easily Sebastian hoists you up until you’re on all fours, ass perfectly exposed for him to fully sheath his cock inside you, effectively pushing your upper body into your sea of pillows. But in stark contrast to his rather harsh handling of your body, his lips return to press soft kisses along your back. “I am yours if you are mine, my darling.” The words flow like honey before your blood coats Sebastian’s tongue as he breaks the skin, engraving himself on your skin.

Your fingers dig into the cushions, searching for support as you struggle. But the strong arm lacing around your body is all the comfort you will need from now on; his cold touch will soon set you ablaze.

Sebastian is deep inside you, the head of his cock finding your sweet spot almost naturally as he perfectly curves against your velvet walls, hips snapping against your ass with unforeseen fervour. His hands dig into your hips, surely bruising your hip bones for the coming days, but you’ve never felt this good before. Never so full, never as cared for as by the monster that is in love with your soul. You moan his name in delight, making Sebastian proud once you eagerly bounce back into his thrusts.

The husky sounds of pleasure grow clearer as his movements slow down. You feel yourself being further pushed against the mattress, to spread your legs wider and arch deeper, for his penetration to slowly steal your sanity. Who would have expected the pressure of his palm against your stomach would make you clamp around him this much? Moaning, whimpering, pleading as you beg for mercy, trying to tell him it’s too… “Too good, Sebastian, I’m—”

His movements are slow but precise, accentuating the way you desperately clamp around him in an attempt to hold him inside you for eternity. “Yes, fall apart. Let go for me,” Sebastian’s eyes roam over your smaller body beneath him—a sweaty, shaking mess. He will take care of that right after you are done. For now, instead of worrying, his hands grab at your ass almost aggressively, spreading your lower lips even further as he ruts into you.

The high-pitched squeal that escapes your throat when he picks up his pace again serves as a perfect display of your misery. Tears prick at the sides of your eyes as your hips are pushed back to meet Sebastian’s relentless thrusts. “Make me proud, little Lady...” his final demand, with sneaky fingers returning to play with your clit as he hoists you off the bed, holding you tightly against his chest.

You’re fully seated on his cock, entirely engulfed by his embrace and consumed by the demon, just as you bask in the sweet release coursing through your veins. Sebastian allows himself to be lost in your pretty cries and the way your pussy practically drips from both of your orgasms. True to his nature, he watches you like a devil on your shoulder; dark red eyes witnessing your fucked-out expression while the cutest smile illuminates your features.

His lips caress your neck as he whispers, “Do you feel better now?” You hum and let your fingers card through his hair, a tired “I do. Thank you, Sebastian” exchanged from your mouth to his ear.

Swiftly, Sebastian moves to carry you back to your spacious bathtub and lets it refill with warmth. “How about my Lady actually relaxes this time around?”

dividers by @/cafekitsune

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bigassmoth · 3 months ago

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Im a believer in Sex Pest Sebastian Michaelis

-it annoys Ciel to no end to watch his demonic butler be so...undignified and sappy and gross. Sebastian uses any opportunity to get back at the brat, so expect to be the one slapping away hands while he purposefully makes advances on you in front of a 12 year old

-when you try to chew him out for this behavior he plays dumb "whatever do you mean? I was merely helping you cross the stream, where else was I to put my hands?"

-possessive bird will show off how close he is to you- especially if its in front of other supernatural creatures (except grell because he doesnt want to deal with the jealous fits that she would have)

-will grope you when he is deep in thought (usually about how annoying everyone else is)

-likes to use sex to feel like hes in control again. So during any "arc" you can expect some very demanding sex ("Cum" "Dont cum" "kiss me here" "spread your legs" "spread your ass"-)

-loves to see you flustered and weak. Orgasm torture is the best way to achieve this

-has a big thing for sexual training and dependance, believes that consistant stimulation is the best way to achieve this. You wont even need to cum, just getting you wet and focused on him is enough

-many fantasies about you drooling over him, completely captivated by his every move. This is why he does all the sexual training. Ultimately it fuels his ego so so so so much- he begs you, dont care about anyone else

-sometimes wants to beg you to touch him and pay attention to him. Lavish him with affection. Or do you hate him? In that case lavish him with abuse

-othertimes he wants to blindside you with passion so aggressive you cant even fight it. Pouncing on you out of nowhere

-sometimes his work will have him use sex to get information or access. He likes to use you to cleanse his palette. This evolves into him trying to rescent himself with you after any vaguely intimate interaction (had to kiss a womans hand in greeting, now wants to press his face into your neck)

-once you have had sex with his true demonic form (with a blindfold of course, to make sure you dont go insane) he loves to surprise you in dark places. The lights suddenly go out when you are bathing and he materializes from under the tub, limbs plunging into the water to restrain and stroke you

-enjoys being his "true self" and this is the point where sex is more than just satisfying his ego and getting a power trip

-this is the first time he has actually been vulnerable during sex and hes very uncomfortable with it. Thankfully practice makes perfect :) he needs practice. It was your idea for him to "open up" and "be nicer" so do your part and suck off the mystery appendage he has put in front of your face

#black butler smut #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis smut #black butler x reader

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cclowneryy · 7 months ago

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Laughing Jack Headcanons Part 2

this is literally my character app lmfao I've been coming up with ideas about him since I started fangirling (badly) for him again so let's go.

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⛧ Laughing Jack is essentially corrupted by Lucifer to be used as a weapon to obtain his vengeance on God for casting him out. When an angel was traveling the Jack-in-the-Box to Isaac, Lucifer sent one of his demons to attack the angel and put a "curse" on the box. This could explain why Laughing Jack-even before Isaac abandoned him-seemed to be murderous as he mutilated a cat when him and Isaac were playing outside.

⛧ LJ does have more of an "virtuous" voice. He has a gentle, almost father like, voice. It's usually for when he wants engage with someone he genuinely likes or if he wants to calm someone down. However, don't let this deceive you as it could be because of manipulation. Once he starts showing his true motives, his voice would become more sinister.

(His "innocent" voice headcanon that being Sebastian Michaelis: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgBWOTtTp4Q)

(His "malicious" voice headcanon that being Alex Brightman's Beetlejuice: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QMrt9demNeA)

⛧ He takes interest in porcelain harlequin dolls. He was first introduced into making them around the late 1900s when he was targeting one of his victims and their brother was a merchant for harlequin dolls. Obviously LJ killed his victim and the brother because they were scamming and being evil by abusing their nephews and based on his new hobby, he captured their souls and sealed them in two porcelain harlequin dolls he created. They are both in a small, glass display in on of LJ's carnival tents.

⛧ Relating back to the previous one, Laughing Jack doesn't kill innocent children or people for that matter. Sure, he may scare or tease you, but he would never lay a finger on you unless if you are that of vile soul. Especially if you abuse children.

⛧ Laughing Jack loves studying astronomy. Whenever he walks outside on a full moon with stars aligned in the night sky, he would always wonder what it'll be like to travel across the galaxy. He even thought about if there's other life forms on different planets. This can explain why he is more stronger magic wise during the full moon period.

⛧ He is also a writer. When he began writing was as the same time Isaac was still being homeschooled. He learned how to do cursive writing. He would definitely write letters either warning someone about the dangers that lie ahead of them or would write a threatening one to his victim.

⛧ Laughing Jack has photophobia or has sun-sensitive eyes. This is most likely because he has been stuck in a dark, enclosed area for almost 13 years. He can technically be in sunlight but he'll have discomfort. So if you want to get away from him just shine a really bright flashlight in his eyes. One of the people Laughing Jack was protecting noticed this and offered him a pair of their old glasses because they had the same condition. LJ does wear them but only when no one can see his as he doesn't want to seem "vulnerable."

⛧ He is also very...old fashion. He prefers listening to music by a vinyl and a record player and doesn't understand the concept of technology or what the new generation is into. He is also very concerned about the "Get Alpha" slang...

⛧ If Laughing Jack gets stabbed or has one of his limbs cut off he could easily attach it back by sewing that area with just needle and thread and wrap it with his iconic bandages and it'll function like normal.

⛧ He loves the snow. Especially when it's at night. He finds it very magical and would take someone out with him to a snowy forest so they could have a walk and talk to each other about their deepest feelings.

⛧ His scent is that of a victoria sponge cake. It is actually a strong smell that you probably wouldn't even think it came from him.

⛧ For funnies, yes Laughing Jack does know all of the Sanrio characters.

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One Hell of a Love (Book 3) Chapter Twenty-Two

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Twenty-Two: One Hell of a Stairway

Summary: Ciel may be growing worse, but Sebastian and (Y/N) continue their investigation nonetheless.

Sebastian gritted his teeth as he had to push everyone other than Finny out of Ciel’s room. The orders coursed through his veins, contract pulling on him. If Ciel made a proper command, that would be it, and they would have to leave. Already the pressure leaned on his shoulders. It was infuriating to see the contract he had taken due to the dark determination and vengeful spirit reduced to such…helplessness. It disgusted Sebastian.

“Whaddawe got to do to get the Young Master back to normal?” said Baldroy.

“ ‘An eye for an eye’ as they say. Perhaps we should try shocking him out of it again?” said Sebastian.

“Perhaps, though that is not the way that saying is used,” said (Y/N).

“No?” said Sebastian.

“No,” said (Y/N).

“Cease, I pray you.” Tanaka stood in his full form, a hand over his heart. “The best medicine for that which ails the heart and mind is rest. I am certain the Young Master is experiencing emotional turmoil. In times like this, we must not to panic or impatience, we must simply watch over him.”

“…” Sebastian remained silent.

“So what the hell is this ‘miasma’ that’s made our Young Master act like that?” said Baldroy, crossing his arms. “Magic power and all that doesn’t really click with me.”

“Hey.” Wolfram, holding Sieglinde in her traditional clothes, stood in the hall. “We’re heading to the village to discuss the case of Herr Wolfram.”

Sieglinde avoided everyone’s gazes as Wolfram walked past the group.

“Don’t get up to anything funny while we’re gone,” warned Wolfram in a low voice.

Sieglinde looked back at the group with sad eyes over Wolfram’s shoulder. She gazed at (Y/N), who remained silent beside Sebastian.

“(Y/N)? Sebastian?” Baldroy, Mey-Rin, and Snake stared at them.

Sebastian sighed. “All that has happened this time around puts this case well outside my purview, so perhaps it is best continue to wait and see for a little while yet.” He despised how helpless his contract had become and wished to push things along, but if that risked more harm, he would refrain. For now.

“Sebastian?” said (Y/N), following Sebastian to an abandoned hall of the Emerald Castle.

The shadows curled from the dark corners of the corridor, and (Y/N) glanced at them. The toll of Ciel’s current weakness rested on Sebastian’s shoulders as it paralyzed him from true action. Sebastian stared at the long shadows cast by the hanging lanterns, unmoving.

“Corvus.”

Sebastian’s eyes snapped towards (Y/N) at the call of his demonic name, and the shadows crawled farther up the walls. Fuchsia eyes burned into (Y/N).

“Felis,” said Sebastian, voice low as anger and restrained power reverberated through it. A sneer cut his features. “This…contract is weak.”

“He will recover. He is strong. You chose him because his revenge will make the meal of a century,” said (Y/N). “At least that. Perhaps more.”

“And yet he curls up like a wounded puppy,” said Sebastian, teeth flashing sharp in the lanternlight. “To think I must obey when—”

“Corvus,” said (Y/N) sharply, bringing his attention to them.

They understood his anger and felt the same impatience with Ciel’s PTSD, but they knew Sebastian losing his head in this way would only make things worse. Even if he had to personally intervene eventually, it would not do to act in anger. Sebastain had to maintain control of himself.

“Eyes on me, my love,” said (Y/N), moving closer. They pulled their gloves off, tossing them carelessly to the side. The hand with their contract mark went to his face and guided his eyes to remain on theirs. “This is a fleeting moment. It shall pass. You made no mistake with this soul. It shall persevere.” Their other hand pulled Sebastian’s gloves off and then entwined with his marked hand. “And until then, you and I are together.”

Sebastian’s eyes closed as (Y/N)’s fingers brushed over his cheek and their thumb touched his lip. Abruptly, he took their hand in his and pulled them close. His other hand ran up their arm, grabbed their hip, and pulled them flush against him. “Together,” he said, voice dark and demonic and goddamn sexy. “My darling Felis.” He purred the words, but the emphasis and possessiveness was clear. He kissed their contract mark.

(Y/N) shivered as their magic felt the touch of the other demon’s lips. Sebastian smirked and sank his teeth into their hand. It was carnal but not brutal, and (Y/N)’s healing ensured only a possessive mark was left behind. Their eyes fluttered at the sensation, and the moment he straightened, (Y/N) pulled him in, kissing him passionately.

Sebastian chased their lips as they pulled away, forced his shirt open, and sank their own teeth into his shoulder.

“My Corvus,” said (Y/N), gazing at him with fuchsia eyes of their own.

Sebastian kissed them again, hands cupping their face as the shadows swirling around them. “I love you,” he said. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” It was a mantra as he kissed them.

(Y/N) pulled him closer, hands coursing through his hair. “I love you,” they purred.

Pleased, Sebastian pushed them against the wall, and (Y/N) lifted a leg to let him hook a hand beneath their thigh. Darkness swallowed the demons whole.

“Black! Cat!” After their…break, Sebastian and (Y/N) had returned to the corridor outside of Ciel’s room in case the Wolfman returned. Now, Snake was hurrying towards them. “Oscars back, says Goethe.”

“Well done sneaking in there, Oscar,” said (Y/N), looking at that specific snake, who bobbed happily on Snake’s shoulder.

“How did it go?” asked Sebastian, focusing on the investigation.

“Have I got the scoop of the century for you, old sports! says Oscar,” said Snake.

(Y/N) smirked. Finally, information.

“There are wolfmen in the bowels of this castle?!” cried Baldroy, staring at Snake as he fed a proud-looking Oscar mice.

“Then Lady Sullivan’s in league with the Wolfman?!” said Mey-Rin.

“That lil lass was doin’ something surrounded by a whole passel of wolfmen, says Oscar,” said Snake.

“What kind ‘something’ are we talkin’ about here?” said Baldroy.

“This and that, says Oscar,” said Snake.

“Well, guess that’s the best I’m gonna get out of a snake,” sighed Baldroy.

“How dare you! We remember everything right up through yesterday, thank you very much! says Wordsworth,” said Snake.

“But the look of sheer panic on Lady Sullivan’s face when the Young Master was attack…I can’t believe that was an act. I just can’t,” said Mey-Rin, shaking her head.

“I agree,” said (Y/N). “She was shaken when the villager was injured, too. I doubt she wants these attacks. She truly believes in this magic and in protecting people.” As strange and optimistic in a world of darkness that is.

“Why don’t we take a peek in the cellar while we got the chance?” asked Baldroy. “No one’s home now and all.”

Sebastian shook his head. “When we opened the hidden door earlier, there was a talisman-like object in the entrance. It must have ‘something like magic’ cast upon it to alert the residents to the presence of intruders.”

“So that’s why he rushed over back then, says Oscar,” said Snake.

“Well, tricks or no, it matters not to me,” said Sebastian, checking his watch. “You lot, if Herr Wolfram returns, can I count on you to buy (Y/N) and I time?”

(Y/N) straightened. They were going to get into mischief and find some “magic” today. What fun.

“What do you plan to do?” asked Mey-Rin.

“I am the butler of the Phantomhive family,” said Sebastian.

“I am the maid of the Phantomhive estate,” said (Y/N).

“It goes without saying that we can infiltrate a room and not be found out,” said Sebastian and (Y/N) together.

One carefully broken wall later, Sebastian and (Y/N) descended the dark stairs they’d been warned off of for pain of death. (Y/N) brushed dust and debris off their gloves, and Sebastian tutted.

“Well, that merely required a feat of strength,” said Sebastain.

“If there was real magic, the runes would be able to be written on the entire staircase for security,” said (Y/N).

The pair walked downwards until they reached a large chamber. A fountain glinted with candlelight, and a moving cage stood in the center of a suspended bridge. Marble columns supported the walls, and a trees and vines hung all around.

“This is rather a sight to behold,” said Sebastian.

“It’s beautiful,” said (Y/N). “Grecian, like a temple.”

Sebastian looked over the edge of the bridge at the darkness below. “Shall we?” He extended a hand to them.

“We shall,” said (Y/N), taking it.

Sebastian drew them close, picked them up, and leapt over the side of the bridge. (Y/N) could have managed very well on their own, but Sebastian was a romantic demon. He loved (Y/N). (And they loved him, so they weren’t going to say no to letting him hold them).

Sebastian landed at the bottom of the chamber where the moving cage would let people out. He put (Y/N) down, and they looked at the contents of the room. Large circular sigils were set up with runes inscribed on it. A pedestal held a staff the perfect size for Sieglinde. The entire room was what every storybook would describe a ritual room for magic as.

“Familiar at all?” teased Sebastian.

“Darling, I remember nothing but the vaguest of moments from my time as a witch,” said (Y/N). “And that was an entirely different person.”

Sebastian raised an amused brow, and (Y/N) sighed.

“Very well, I have an answer. No, this isn’t familiar. It’s a bit…overdone,” said (Y/N). “A calcite magic staff.” They gestured. “The Theban alphabet that was known as the witch’s alphabet…It’s all quite cliché.”

“The alphabet is nostalgic,” said Sebastian. It had links to their summonings and contract seals.

“True,” said (Y/N), smirking. “Let’s see what is says, shall we? O…P…” They pointed at two symbols.

“F…C…H…” identified Sebastian.

(Y/N) and Sebastian looked at each other in realization.

“This is—”

“We’re back.”

Baldroy, Mey-Rin, and Snake froze as Wolfram’s voice appeared. He and Anne walked into the kitchen with supplies, still speaking German. The Phantomhive servants couldn’t understand him, and (Y/N) and Sebastian’s lack of presence was a problem.

“We obtained provisions for tomorrow—Where are the butler and maid?”

“W-Wait a minute, how do they expect us to stall for time when we can’t understand a word the guy’s sayin’?!” exclaimed Baldroy.

“If only Finny were here! Then we’d at least be able to understand him a little, we could!” said Mey-Rin.

“I’m asking you where those other servants are!” said Wolfram, growing angrier.

“Kyaaaaah!”

All hears turned to see Oscar slithering around Anne. Everyone stared, and Oscar dove between her, well…

“Not there!” shouted everyone in a tangle of German and English.

“Please don’t move.” A gloved hand steadied Anne.

“I’m sure you don’t want to be beaten.” Another hand grabbed the snake from where it now curled around her neck and pulled it out.

Poor Anne slumped over the table in embarrassment. Sebastian hadn’t held her up, and (Y/N) held the snake, shaking their head with a tsk.

“Please excuse our servant’s impropriety,” said (Y/N), holding Oscar.

“We’ll ensure he receives adequate punishment,” said Sebastian.

Everyone stared. How did one punish a snake?

“I think it would be best if Oscar cooled his head outside. Come with us, Snake,” said Sebastian, walking towards the exit.

“The lot of you are to begone from this village on the morrow,” said Wolfram coldly. “We cannot afford to stoke the fires of Herr Wolfman’s rage any longer.”

“As you wish,” said Sebastian.

It was time for this case to come to a close. Sebastian and (Y/N) had the pieces of the puzzle. It was time to put everything together.

“Oscar, you letch! says Emily,” said Snake, admonishing Oscar. He hissed indignantly, which was impressive for a snake to do. “Eh” said Snake, eyes widening. “It’s not like I coiled around her to shove my face in her bosom and feel her up, says Oscar.”

“It certainly looked like it,” said (Y/N). Honestly, having a conversation with a snake wasn’t the strangest thing they’d ever done, but it was unique. And they were a demon.

“I did it to sniff her, says Oscar,” said Snake. “And boy do I have a scoop for you! That woman! She smelled like the Wolfman! says Oscar.”

“Is that so?” remarked Sebastian.

“It fits with our discoveries,” said (Y/N). “We—”

“Please pardon my rude interruption.”

Sebastian, Snake, and (Y/N) turned. A horse stared at them, and they all went blank. A horse?

“Do excuse me.” A man with goggles stepped out from beside the horse. He held up a letter with a famous insignia. “I have come to deliver a letter from Her Majesty, the Queen.” It was the Queen’s master of the horse—John Brown.

(Y/N) tilted their head. Did he ride that horse all the way from England? They wouldn’t be surprised. Humans were quite strange.

“It must have been a long journey, Mr. Brown,” said Sebastian politely despite even his surprise at the man’s appearance at a hidden town in Germany. “Your efforts are appreciated. Did you travel on horseback?”

“Never,” said Brown. “I wouldn’t force my favorite equine to tread on such a rough road.”

(Y/N) put serious effort into resisting asking how he got there, then, and why he had his horse with him.

“…Is that so?” said Sebastian. “We are glad to see you both unaffected by the Wolfman’s miasma.”

“Cheers,” said Brown. “By the way, where is the Earl?”

“I am terribly sorry. The master has fallen ill and is convalescing at present,” said Sebastian. “Please allow me to accept that letter on his behalf.”

“Most unfortunate. ‘It’s a matter of great urgency, so read it right away!’ is the verbal message I was instructed to pass along with it,” said Brown. “I have no choice. Let’s try this again. Might you examine the contents of the letter, Mr. Butler?”

“Me?” Sebastian raised a brow in confusion.

“The letter demands immediate attention,” said Brown, holding out the letter.

“In that case, forgive me.” Sebastian took it, opened the envelope, and looked at the brief letter. His eyes widened at the contents. “This is—”

(Y/N) raised a brow. The contents were quite interesting.

“Well, I’ve seen the delivery of the letter through. So if you’ll excuse me,” said Brown, taking the reins of his horse (but not getting on).

“Beware the Wolfman on your journey,” said (Y/N), but apparently this man just drifted through life unscathed if his horse still living was any evidence.

“Cheers,” said Brown. “Do take care of the Earl.” He and his horse walked off.

“Now, then.” Sebastian’s gaze grew cold and focused. “At last, the time of the leisurely approach has passed.”

It was time to finish this mission. And that meant getting his contract back in order. Helplessness was unacceptable and utterly unappetizing.

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𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒚 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟐

(𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

⚠️MDNI. 18+ ADULTS ONLY⚠️

🎀Age in bio or blocked🎀

Rating: Mature

Category: F/M

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler

Relationship: Sebastian Michaelis/CielsCousin!Reader

Characters: Sebastian Michaelis; Reader; Ciel Phantomhive; Elizabeth Midford

Summary: After spending the day with your cousin and his fiance, the night air makes for pleasant company, as does the butler who reveals a dark secret...

Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut; Eventual Smut; Neck Kissing; Kissing; Gentle Kissing; Surprise Kissing; Making Out; Implied Sexual Content; Phantomhive manor; Reader-Insert; Victorian

A/N: not beta read. We die like men. Again.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 2: 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕭𝖚𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗; 𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

The day passed without much incident. A wall seemed to have broken down, between you and the butler after your morning rendezvous. Throughout the day, he looked after both your needs and his young master’s as well. You had spent some time with your cousin today as he hadn’t had too much on his schedule like he usually did. Breakfast, luncheon and supper were all had with the boy who kept your mind occupied with discussions on business and society. And Sebastian served you while also making sure to linger longer than necessary by your side, whether it was him pouring wine into your glass, or brushing against you while bringing you your plate. Surreptitious movements that luckily went unnoticed by your young cousin.

Lady Elizabeth joined the two of you for supper. Though she was from your side of the family you had never met the child personally. The girl had a lot of energy. She loved dressing up as was evident from her clothing. You had heard of her mother being a fearsome lady, one who could fight a tiger barehanded and win, but the daughter carried no such resemblance.

“ –And then, Mother let me make two more dresses to match with the jewellery she bought me!” You had missed the initial conversation but gleaned from the few lines that she had an affinity for fashion and clothing. It was not unlike a lady of her stature.

“Oh when I was your age, I loved getting new dresses made!” You smiled at her. “After I fell sick the first time, however, I started to dislike it a bit.” It was true. You used to have dresses made by the dozen. The seamstress saw your home more than her own shop! But your repeated illnesses have changed this. Every measurement taken anew showed how your body had changed. Warped into the form of the disease. And standing for the tape was exhausting. You found comfort in the clothing you already owned and preferred to have less made.

Elizabeth frowned. “Perhaps, Lady Phantomhive, you can come with me and we can have the tailor take your measurements too for a gown. I’m sure your mama and papa wouldn’t mind!” You blushed and shook your head. Perhaps your parents wouldn’t and even if you did have the energy to stand tomorrow, you would have to cover up the innumerable marks Sebastian left on you from your morning's tryst.

You laughed a nervous chuckle and replied, “Perhaps for the next season, I seem to have plenty of splendid dresses in my armada for the moment…”

Ciel retired to bed, soon after Elizabeth left to go back home. You sometimes forgot he was only 12 – his mannerisms far beyond his age. You walked out to the balcony. The garden was painted silver in the moonlight. Despite being quite clumsy, Finnian did a good job of maintaining it you thought to yourself.

“After all I did today to make sure you didn’t catch a cold, my lady, here you are inviting it yourself.” Sebastian’s voice came from behind, startling you. You turned your head to look as he emerged from the shadows draping a warm cloak over your shoulders. “Would you like to go for a walk my lady?” he asked. Once again, you thought you saw a flash of red in his eyes, but it was gone as soon as you took another glance. You nodded at him.

Sebastian took your hand and in one swift cat-like movement you found yourself in his arms flying through the air. You clung to his shoulders the night air whipping through your hair and biting at your cheeks. “Sebastian! Where are we going!” But the whistling of the wind drowned out your words.

When he finally landed, you looked around you, the garden was far, This was a denser shrubbery, almost like the maze Finnian so religiously took care to grow. “Should you be so far from the manor?” You asked him breathless, even though all you had done was be carried from one place to another. “Ciel might call for you or something.”

He shook his head. “You needn’t worry about that, my lady. The young master doesn’t wake till morning – when I wake him and I’m sure the manor will be fine without me for a bit.”

He smiles, reassuring you, and takes your hand, clasping it in his gloved ones. You begin to walk alongside him, his stride is shorter, making sure you can keep up, even in your bedroom slippers. Soon you come across a gazebo. The butler then invites you to sit and takes a seat beside you. “I do hope this isn’t too forward of me, my lady but I wish to continue where we had left off this morning.” You blush and avoid his gaze. You know that society would never approve of the relationship the two of you had. If anyone ever found out, it would bring shame to you and your family. You would be looked down upon for the longest time. “My lady?” Sebastian inquires after not hearing anything from you.

“Sebastian…” you start. But you don’t know how to form what you are feeling. “I- I-” you stutter. Then sigh. He puts his hand on your cheek and makes you look at him.

“My lady, if you want this to stop—” he begins but is cut off when you place your hand over his mouth.

“Believe me that is not what I want.” You say to him. “You are different Sebastian. I don’t get what you want. Your feelings are not of love. They aren’t for my money. And I feel you lust after me but that doesn’t come out too clearly either. I suppose, in a way, I am confused.” You get up, take a few steps forward and turn to look at him. “I have had men who have come to me for all the things I mentioned before. I have had those who might have actually loved me, those who merely wanted me as another trophy to claim, and even those who have come only to try and gain my hand in marriage but in reality who want to marry my father’s wealth. But you Sebastian, something about you is so different. I suppose it may be because you are the first man I have felt attracted to.” Your following chuckle is hesitant. “I am—afraid of you.”

Sebastian smirks. “Your way of seeing things is so intriguing my lady.” He says. “I can assure you my lady that I am not here for your money. I have no need for the material things that humans treasure so much.” He spits. “As for lusting after you; you have deduced almost correctly, but what I feel for you is more...” You don’t know when he got up, but turning to look you find Sebastian flush against your back. His eyes are red, the same red you tried to convince yourself you hadn't seen, but it was unmistakable. Your eyes widen and you try to take a step back, away from his imposing figure, only to find yourself trapped between him and the gazebo.

“You see my lady,” he continues, nose nuzzling against your neck, “Demons and humans have very little in common, but there is one thing we do share; the feeling of lust is very strong in us both. Humans can feel love. All demons can feel though; is lust. But you, you make me feel something different from just lust. Something more—burning. Is it love? I don’t know... I’ve never known that feeling.”

You don’t know what to say anymore. You should be frozen in fear, What did Sebastian mean, saying he was a demon? A murderer? Or a biblical fantasy? His lips were now on your skin, inhaling your scent, and you felt a pool of warmth in your lower belly. “D- demon? What does that even mean?” you falter.

“What I mean, my lady, is that the only reason I am here is because of a contract I have made with your dear young cousin. You should thank him for our very meeting.” He tells you.

“You mean you’re a demon. Like – from legends and stories?”

“I can assure you. I am no story” he says, planting a searing kiss on your neck. That was all it took to set you on fire. It made sense. The inhuman capabilities. The absolute perfection of his being. He was a demon! “You aren’t running from me my lady?” he asked as you melted under his touch.

“Surely, you jest Sebastian!” You say. Your voice quavers but you stand your ground.

“About what my lady?”

“About this demon nonsense!”

“I never lie to my lady.” He says. “You said yourself, there is something you find different about me.” He kisses you. “I am simply a demon, and a butler.”

***

Since you were tired from being out for so long, Sebastian swiftly carried you back to the mansion and took you to your room where there was a cup of hot chamomile tea waiting for you. He really took everything into account. There is no doubt about it in your mind now. Sebastian had to be a demon. His speed is inhuman. His eyes are reptilian, gleaming in the darkness. And then those teeth that scraped against your neck. Whatever he is, he definitely isn’t human.

As he helps you get ready for bed you realised that you didn’t mind. Sebastian may not have been a human, and he may have been a butler, but the way he made you feel surpassed all of that. “Sebastian…” You turn to him as he undresses you. You take off his coat. “I don’t care what you are.” You take off his vest. His eyes widen, and he stares at you. He can smell your arousal. Here you are half naked before him, taking off his clothes. Telling him you don’t care what he is. You want him. You feel things for him. Your scent drives him wild and he doesn’t even register you undoing his necktie and then his shirt buttons. When you try to take his shirt off and he doesn’t move to allow you to slip it off him, you suddenly think that perhaps he doesn’t want this. “I’m so sorry!” You say. “I thought you wanted this.” Sebastian finally wakes from his stupor and looks at you.

“I do want this. I just can’t believe that someone as beautiful and lovely as you truly wants something as vile and cruel as me.” He says and softly kisses your head. Then without warning he pushes you onto the bed and says, “But, my lady, who gave you the permission to take my clothes off?” He growls. The change in demeanour startles you.

“Sebas—” you start, but he does not let you finish. In a moment, his lips are upon yours. He swiftly and rips off your underclothes, while still kissing your mouth. His hands glide along the curves of your body and he holds you closer while plunging his tongue into your mouth.

He has never tasted anything like you before. He cannot fathom how in all the years he has lived he has never tasted anything like you. “I guess it’s something Phantomhives have in common eh? A taste like no other. I could feast on you all day.” He mutters half to himself.

“What–?” you ask breathlessly.

“You taste, sinful.”

He winks at you and pulls his glove off his left hand with his sharp teeth. His nails are black and on the back of his hand is a pentagram inside two circles. The outer, made of pointy diamond shapes. “My contract seal— nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about, my lady.” he says, seeing you looking at it.

Sebastian trails his hand down your stomach. His black tipped fingers enter your folds which are already moist with your arousal. Lowering his head, he nibbles on your neck. You breathe in deeply and wish he would take off his clothes to allow you to see him but he had made it pretty clear who was in charge of the taking off of the clothing. His hand playing around with you down under barely ghosted over your skin. You involuntarily bucked your hips trying to get him to touch you. The move immediately made the demon smirk and say, “Look at you, so eager to be fucked.”

You feel your cheeks heat much like your core. His words are so unexpectedly crude. “Please,” you moan, “please touch me…”

To be continued…

A/N: hahah don't hurt me. Likes and reblogs are appreciated. Comments get you kissies.

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bomber-grl · 9 months ago

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Flufftober 2024

Day 2: Black cat

Pairing(s): Sebastian Michaelis x Gn!Reader

Readers a cat/demon (?)

Ciel didn’t know where you came from, all he did know was that Finnian had found you wandering the gardens. With the sky yelling that it was going to rain soon, he brought you in.

Sure it caused quite a commotion in the kitchens that you really would rather not get into but the inevitable happened and you ran into Sebastian.

He was immediately taken with you (only because you were in cat form) and when you revealed yourself to be a demon, well your ears remained the same.

It was quite the coincidence that you still had your cat like features, maybe it was luck, otherwise you weren’t sure that Sebastian wouldn’t have torn you to shreds.

Ever since then you’ve been working at the Phantomhive manor, occasionally you’d accompany Ciel and Sebastian on jobs too. Why? No one really knew, and it’s not like you had any ill intent or you would’ve been taken care of.

Plus you seem to be tolerated well enough.

Today was a dreadfully boring day, Ciel had a mountain of paperwork and everyone else was busy, leaving you to do as you wished.

Well you decided to wander off into the gardens, occasionally sniffing a flower or two before you settled on a pallet of grass.

You layed back and relaxed, eyes closing as you began to think of what to eat for lunch. The birds chirping and wind blowing was an effective lullaby for lulling anyone to sleep.

But then you heard nothing. The birds stopped chirping and even the wind seemed hesitant to gust on by.

Your eyes snapped open and met with another pair, much redder than your own.

You gasped and leapt forward “Sebastian!” He moved back before you could butt heads.

“May I sit here?” He asked with his feigned politeness, and of course you allowed it.

“Of course” you motioned for him to sit “I hadn’t expected you to approach me today, is there anything I can do for you ?” You know theres something that he’s going to ask you. Sure, while you’re in cat form he’s more than delighted to pet and rub your head away, but he still knows that at your core you’re a demon.

“Yes, now that you mention it” his hand perched under his chin “the young master has ordered me to take care of some business he won’t be able to personally attend to, my question is, would you like to accompany me?”

A young dashing man asking any person for company would be more than a dream come true but this is Sebastian we’re talking about.

Sebastian had stood up and extended his hand out for you to take and tucked his other one behind him.

“I’d be delighted” you grabbed onto his hand in a rough contrast of his “polite” demeanor. Causing his upper torso to slightly be tugged towards you.

You could’ve sworn you saw a blood vessel burst on his forehead.

This was gonna be fun.

Blood dripped from your person as you flung another limb to the side.

As expected, the “job” was to take someone out. Not like it was much of surprise anyway.

You made your way to where Sebastian was standing, he was obviously done with his part of the job, except instead of seeming annoyed by your presence he smiled.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up and you reached your hand out to press firmly against them. “Whats the cause of your current elation?”

Again, Sebastian perched his hand on his chin, as though he was lost in thought. “I simply find it humorous that you could walk so casually after committing such an atrocity.”

The situation was causing some entertainment for him and you were sort of done with it. “Well besides the irony of that statement, I’m rather proud of my cleanliness.”

Your statement caused Sebastian’s eyebrows to rise and he quickly abandoned his place to approach you.

The person behind you wasn’t what you’d call a clean death, but then your reached out and smudged the blood even further that was on Sebastian’s white linen collar.

“Cleanliness” was all you said for him to finally get it. He got dirty, and you didn’t.

He let out a chuckle that was, if anything, creepy. He turned to you.

“I could genuinely fall for you”

“Let’s not go that far”

You two quickly disposed of the bodies and made your way back to the manor. Luckily for you, so far that statement he made seemed to have been nothing but a joke..

So far.

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A/n: first time writing for Sebastian please let me know if he’s ooc 😭

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sinlillith · 10 months ago

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paradox of human self ; demon.

a short analysis of sebastian and ciels relationship and how it will forever remain tragic

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

the dichotomy of master vs servant.

upon the surface, the relationship between sebastian michaelis and ciel phantomhive is anchored by the seemingly simple terms of their contract: ciel , the imperious master, and sebastian, the demonic butler bound by an infernal pact, destined to serve until the moment he claims ciel's soul. yet, beneath this veneer of straightforward servitude lies a labyrinth of complexity, where the roles of master and servant are ceaselessly redefined by their actions and perceptions. though ciel appears to wield absolute authority, commanding sebastian with the regal air of a noble, the true balance of power is an enigma. sebastian, with his preternatural abilities and centuries of wisdom, often emerges as the invisible puppeteer, subtly guiding ciels decisions, orchestrating events from the shadows with a deftness that belies his role as a mere servant.

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sebastians servitude is cloaked in the flawless guise of obedience, yet it is infused with a sardonic undertone, a quiet mockery that lingers just beneath the surface. his deference is executed with such impeccable precision that it becomes almost theatrical, as if he is not merely serving, but performing a role in an elaborate play—one where the lines between hunter and prey, master and servant, are perpetually shifting in a sophisticated game of power and manipulation.

trauma as the binding force

as we know, ciels tragic past, a tale steeped in horror and loss, left him emotionally shattered, forging in him a profound distrust of the world and a deep-seated need for control. the brutal and grotesque murder of his parents and the unspeakable rituals he endured have scarred him beyond repair, and it is in this fragile state that sebastian appears— a dark savior, both a symbol of ciel's newfound power and a dark, grim reminder of his vulnerability.

sebastian represents a paradox, serving as both ciels protector and his doom, a guardian whose ultimate goal is the consumption of the very soul he is sworn to safeguard.

the duality weaves a rich and intricate tapestry of emotion within ciel. the dependence ciel clings onto with sebastian is undeniable, though he would never openly admit it. sebastian himself is not only a shield against the physical dangers that beset him but also a psychological anchor in a world that has betrayed him at every turn. and yet, this reliance is poisoned by the knowledge that sebastians loyalty is a mere transaction, his aid motivated by the dark promise of a future feast. ciel's cold, often ruthless demeanor becomes a fortress, a way to assert control over the one being he knows he can never truly trust—a defensive mechanism against the ever-present reality that his protector is also his predator.

affection or manipulation of one's vulnerable state?

to put so simply, the relationship between Sebastian and ciel is further complicated by the ambiguous line between genuine affection and calculated manipulation. as we know, sebastian's actions—his meticulous care of ciel, his subtle guidance, and his seemingly tender moments of concern—could be seen as evidence of a deeper, almost paternal affection. but don't be fooled, as these gestures are equally suggestive of a carefully constructed strategy, ensuring that ciel remains not just alive, but thriving, until the time is right for sebastian to claim his prize.

in my opinion, ciel may harbor a twisted form of affection for sebastian, even though it is an affection born of necessity and steeped in dependency. he is acutely aware that sebastian is not human, that his motivations are guided by a morality that is utterly alien to him. despite this, there are moments when ciel's interactions with sebastian slip into a more personal, less guarded space—moments that hint at a longing for sebastian to be something more than just a demon bound by contract, perhaps even something akin to a companion or a confidant, albeit one he can never truly trust.

hallucinations of control

to view their relationship through the lens of illusion is to grasp at the very heart of its complexity—specifically, the illusion of control. both sebastian and ciel operate under the belief that they are the ones holding the reins of their destiny. ciel, with his aristocratic authority and unyielding will, sees himself as the master, the one who commands and dictates. meanwhile, sebastian, with his boundless power and infinite patience, views ciel as a mere amusement, a transient diversion in the vastness of his eternal existence.

yet neither is entirely correct.

sebastians strict adherence to the contract grants ciel a superficial sense of control, but every action the demon takes is calculated, part of a grander design that serves his own ends. conversely, sebastian's perceived dominion over ciel's fate is not as absolute as it appears; the longer he serves, the more he becomes enmeshed in the intricate web of ciel's world—a world governed by the capriciousness of human emotion, attachment, and complexity, elements that even a demon of sebastian's caliber cannot easily navigate.

the conclusion : a relationship beyond definition.

in the end, the relationship between sebastian michaelis and ciel phantomhive defies simple categorization, existing in a realm beyond the conventional definitions of master and servant. it is a constant interplay of dominance and submission, where both characters are simultaneously in control and at the mercy of the other. their bond is one of mutual exploitation, yet beneath the surface, there lies the suggestion of something deeper, a connection that transcends the contractual and ventures into the realm of the ineffable.

though sebastian is destined to claim ciel's soul, until that fateful moment arrives, they are locked in an intricate dance of power, affection, and manipulation—a dance that blurs the boundaries between master and servant, predator and prey. their relationship thrives in the shadows of ambiguity, where the threads of power and dependence intertwine, the complex and intimate tapestry that challenges the very essence of their bond, making it something far richer and more profound than either of them could have anticipated.

because that's all it is, and ever will be.

let me know ur thoughts on this :)

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wiltedveins · 8 days ago

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𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭

Priest Sebastian Michaelis x male reader (Black Butler) smut

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Contents: Religious blasphemy, dominance/submission, degradation, priest kink, spit, control, manipulation, contract formed, anal (sub receiving), nipple play, body worship, sex on the altar, slight dacryphilia

Note: I just adore when demons play the priest role. "Oh this? Your little 'holy items'? They don't harm me. Silly little humans." As if mocking humanity for their thought that they could even control demons with metal and fancy houses and words. I specifically got this scene in mind from episode 6, titled "Like Angels Put in Hell by God" from Interview with a Vampire (2022 AMC series)

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Candles flickered low, casting long shadows in the quiet church. The scent of incense lingered like memory, clinging to the heavy air.

Father Sebastian stood near the altar in his black cassock. He was always there, smiling faintly, as if he'd known the man would come. His eyes gleamed in the dim candlelight.

"Welcome, my child,"

He said, voice velvet-smooth, soothing yet daunting.

"Speak. Your soul is listening."

The door creaked open with the groan of old wood, and the younger man stumbled in, wet from the storm. Rain lashed the windows like demons scratching to be let in, thunder rumbling like a warning. He clutched his cross tightly, its wood beads swinging with each trembling step toward the pews.

"Father.. I have committed a sin so wretched.."

Eyes eyes refused to meet the priests. Instead, they sought sanctuary in the flickering candlelight, the soaked floor, anything but him. He felt unworthy of that gaze.

A flicker of amusement touched Sebastian's lips, his head tilted in curiosity, in hunger.

"Such distress. Tell me what burdens your heart."

Sebastian murmured, stepping closer,

"I.. I laid with another man. And more than that-- I enjoyed it."

The words spilled out, ragged and ashamed. His knuckles whitened around the rosary, fingers shaking.

"I drink to forget, then crawl into the arms of men like some whore. I'm.. I'm sick, Father."

Tears welled, spilling freely, dribbling down from his pretty face. His face contorted in emotional pain.

Sebastian watched in silence. His smile slowly widened, showing teeth just a touch too perfect, too sharp.

Such a pretty little crier.

"Your temptations,"

He began, stepping down from the altar with the elegance of a shadow,

"Have only made you more.. honest."

He stopped just in front of the sopping man, eyeing him, sparking up his sins, tasting his stress.

"But why suffer alone when the pleasure was divine?"

The man's eyes shot up, blinking through the tears.

"Wh- what do you mean?"

The priest circled him, slow and graceful, the scent of incense clinging to his robes. His breath ghosted across the back of the man's neck when he reached,

"Would you do it again?"

Hands settled on shoulders, causing him to flinch and clutch the cross tighter.

"I'm not sure I want to know the answer.."

Sebastian's fingers slid to his wrists, gently but firmly pulling them from the cross.

"Let go of that symbol of false hope, I can show you true salvation."

His touch left a trail of burn in its wake, and the rosary slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground. Through a whisper, he managed,

"False hope?"

Sebastian cupped his face, his thumb stroking the wet cheek. His eyes held unfathomable knowledge, and something darker beneath it. Something ancient and knowing.

"The Church taught you shame. I offer you truth."

His thumb brushed the quivering lower lip, drawing in a shudder.

"Isn't lying with a man a sin?"

"Only when it's poisoned by fear and self-hatred. But when embraced as art-- as beauty..."

Sebastian mused, his lips inches from the others.

The candles flared as his energy crackled.

"It becomes divine."

"Father, that's not what I was taught. Loving another man.. it's a direct insult to God. A curse."

"No,"

Sebastian hissed, his eyes glowing faintly red in annoyance to his persistence.

"The God you were taught is a mirror for their ignorance. He made you. He gave you hunger. And He revels when you indulge in it."

Sebastian leaned in as his features softened,

"He.. enjoys our desire?"

A sharp laugh caught the man off guard, and the priest tilted the villagers head back with one hand to grasp the beauty of his innocent humanity,

"Every gasp, every cry, is a hymn in His name."

His fingers traced his throat, feeling the pulse of doubt slowly fading, causing his sharp smirk to widen.

"But what about everyone else? What they believe? What they'd do if they saw this.."

"They are blind, you are beginning to see."

Sebastian breathed out as he watched every breath exhale from his little sinner, his hands slid under his shirt, finding the warmth of the skin.

Though, he gasped, nipples peaked under the cold touch.

"I.. I believe so, Father."

"Then confess to me, my sinner, tell me what you truly desire."

His thumb and forefinger rolled the nipple, nails brushing. The coldness was new to the typical human warmth he had felt with many men. But his arch was harder, as if pleasure was bordering more than his humanity had ever shown him.

"F-for a man to want me. To touch me. For freedom from this closeted life."

Sebastian's control frayed. He spun the man around, seized his lips in a kiss so feral it bruised. He moaned against his mouth, clutching his cassock, drunk on the heat of the Father.

"Such a desperate thing,"

He whispered against his lips, as if his own desperation wasn't a panel of control.

He lifted him with ease, placing his new sinner upon the altar.

"And you thought your God would punish you for this?"

Legs spread instinctively, body pressed between them.

"I was taught He would. That I'd burn for it."

Sebastian kissed down his jaw, nipping the side of his neck.

"Then let me show you hell, my child.."

Sebastian's teeth grazed his throat, then bit down, causing a gasp, back arching on the altar as his hands slid beneath his thighs, spreading him wider.

The cassock rustled as he moved, his breath hot and slow against his neck, his collarbone, lower still. He kissed him like he was marking territory, leaving no inch of flesh untouched. Each brush of his mouth sparked like fire through the man, dissolving what little resistance clung to his trembling, holy body.

"You smell like fear,"

He murmured, dragging his tongue along the wet, clothed chest,

"And I adore it."

With agonizing slowness, he unfastened his shirt, revealing his chest to the chill air and his ravenous eyes. His mouth descended immediately, lips wrapping around one nipple, sucking with reverence and hunger.

Fingers began tangling his black hair, noises growing at the stimulation.

"Yes, cry for me."

His teeth scraped the tender flesh before he shifted to the other, lavishing it with the same unholy worship. When he pulled back, both nipples were red and glistening, swollen from his attention.

"You are beautiful like this; desperate and desecrated."

"Please.."

He whispered, not even sure what he was begging for.

Sebastian's hand slid down the mans torso, palm warm. He dipped lower, cupping his erection through his pants, pressing firmly, then squeezing.

"Here, is the temple."

He said, gaze boring into the pretty eyes he was to consume, watching as he bucked into his touch, moaning shamelessly.

"Hard already. You do crave this, don't you?"

"Yes, Father..so badly.."

"Then I'll give you everything,"

Sebastian growled, stripping him of his pants. He dropped to his knees before the altar, like a man in prayer, but the only god here was lust. He kissed along the inner thigh, inhaling deeply as if the scent was a sacrament.

"You're trembling, That's not shame anymore. That's want. Is it not?"

He purred, lips ghosting over sensitive skin.

He could barely breathe. He'd never felt this exposed, this desired--this ruined.

"Watch me,"

He ordered.

And he did-eyes wide, mouth parted-as Sebastian licked a slow, deliberate stripe from base to tip. He choked on a moan, hips jerking.

"Father!"

Sebastian chuckled darkly, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock while the other pinned his thigh. He took him into his mouth fully, bobbing with a rhythm that was almost cruel in its precision. Wet, obscene sounds filled the sacred space. Anyone near could hear the lewd slurp of his mouth, the soft groan in his throat as he feasted on the man like a sin he'd waited centuries to commit.

"God, I-"

"Don't,"

He snapped, pulling off just long enough to glare up.

"You'll call my name when you come."

Then he swallowed the member again, deeper this time, humming around the cock. Hands clutched the edges of the altar like it could anchor him.

He sucked harder, faster, as the climax began building.

“I-I can't- Father Sebastian, I-!”

He didn't stop. Didn't slow. He came with a broken, desperate cry, spilling into the demons mouth, hips jerking helplessly. He took it all, swallowed every drop, eyes closed in rapture.

When he pulled back, he wiped his lips with the back of his gloved hand, eyes glowing again with that unnatural red.

He collapsed back against the altar, chest heaving. But Sebastian wasn’t finished. He stood, unfastening his cassock. He watched as more and more of him was revealed; pale skin, sculpted like marble, a body forged from sin and worship.

When he let the cassock fall, his member stood thick and ready, already leaking like an unholy trunk.

"You confessed your desire. Now you'll repent."

He spoke with a growl, positioning himself between the open legs again.

"Do I need to be-?"

Sebastian spit in his hand, slicked himself with a devil's grace, and pressed the tip against the warm, tight entrance.

"I'll make you ready."

Then, with a single brutal thrust, he pushed inside.

Sebastian didn't give time to think. The altar was cold beneath his back as he shoved into him, heavy candles teetering beside his shoulders, the wax hissing where it spilled.

"Look at you. Spread like an offering. A slut begging for sin."

His soft, priestly voice hardened to a growl, eyes roving the exposed body with savage glee.

The man whimpered, pleasure warring with the rush of heat flooding his core. He grabbed the plush thighs, shoving them wide as his thrusts grew brutal, splitting him open.

"You came here for absolution, but what you really want is to be used. Defiled. Claimed."

His head dipped down to the sweaty chest, his forked tongue licking the musk,

"You taste like guilt, and I'll gorge on it until you're nothing but a wrecked little altar whore."

The man sobbed, ecstasy crashing over in waves. His hands clawed at the stone beneath himself, vision swimming. He didn't stop. He drank the sounds like communion wine, member working deeper, pressing the nerves until he was shaking and begging.

"P-please, please, Father Sebastian-"

"Please what?"

Silence marked the hot, heavy breathing, before a soft whine escaped him. His mind was numb, struck with the pleasure overriding his logical brain.

"Please, Father, show me Gods' work-"

That was all he needed, turning him on all fours as if he were weightless, chest scraping the cold altar as Sebastian's body pressed behind him. It was far too big, seeming to break him apart as he re-entered.

"This'll split you open, and you'll thank me for every inch. Like the good little devotee you are."

He growled, one clawed hand fisting his hair, yanking his head back, continuing his brutal pace.

The man screamed as his body stretched around the demon, back arching. He filled him to the hilt, too deep, too wide, reshaping his insides around him.

"You were made for this, a pretty hole wrapped in guilt. A holy little cum dump."

Each thrust slammed the man under hips into the altar with brutal rhythm. The candles flared with every moan choked out, nails scrabbled at the worship stone for purchase as he drove into the man like he meant to ruin him-- and he did.

"Take it, whore. Take your punishment."

Sebastian hissed, his claws raked down the bare skin, leaving trails of fire that bled pleasure into his veins. His red eyes began to pulse, glowing with each thrust, as if feeding off the surrender of the sinner. He spit on the man's back, grabbed his hips, and fucked harder.

"You think this is hell? No, beloved. This is heaven. Your screams, your tears-- this is worship."

Sebastian was panting, growling like the beast he was. He had the man coming, his fluids painting the stone altar in sin, loud and helpless, his body convulsing. He didn't stop.

He grabbed the man's throat, pulled his back to his chest, still pounding into him from behind, his legs dangling off the altar.

"Say it again. Say who you belong to."

"Y-you, Father Sebastian- Yours- just yours-"

"Say it like the filthy thing you are."

"I'm your fucking slut!"

He roared, fangs dragging over the bare throat.

The church shook. The candles exploded in a halo of fire. His release came with a snarl, flooding insides as he emptied himself into him with brutality.

And still, he held him there, trembling, stretched, full, his body marked and ruined by divinity darker than anything holy.

The grasp softened for a moment, as if watching the sin drip from his body, spit and sweat mixed in like two lovers of the same element.

As he was set back upon the altar, like the greedy little offering he was, a contract had formed from mid-air. Sebastian's eyes glinted in the now dark room.

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kywaslost · 2 years ago

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This probably seems odd. Could I please request Sebastian x Ciel's older sister reader? Undertaker is trying to take her away from her little brother and her loving demon to try and save or use her. Y/N asks Sebastian to turn her into a demon so Undertaker will go away. She doesn't want him to try and hurt Ciel, and Y/N is the main reason Undertaker is trying to break into the manor.

Turn Over- Sebastian Michaelis

A/N: Hey there! I don’t find this odd at all. I hope you like it!

You felt like you were drowning in stress and anxiety. You were almost always on edge and clinging to the arm of your lover, Sebastian, as well as constantly keeping an eye on your little brother, Ciel. There was a time you thought this all was a joke, or that after a few failed attempts at kidnapping you, Undertaker would give up and leave you and your family alone. Yet you were wrong.

The reaper had been trying to ‘save’ you ever since you returned with Ciel and Sebastian, being seen for the first time since the house fire. Undertaker had first tried to take you when he heard that you were still alive, arriving at the Estate’s doorstep to see if it was true. Upon knocking on the door, Tanaka answered.

“I’m here to see Y/N,” Undertaker smiles widely as he explains why he is at the manor uninvited. “She’s been gone for so long. I’ve missed her!”

After a few moments you descend the stairs, making your way to the main door. “You called, Tanaka?” You looked in the doorway to see Undertaker with a wicked smile plastered across his face. You stumbled over your feet as you came to a halt at the base of the stairs. “Undertaker?”

The reaper burst into the house, rushing to you and wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. “There you are! You are alive!” You immediately pushed Undertaker away from you, taking a step back. His overwhelming personality was too much for you, and you felt yourself begin to panic. You were just getting back into the swing of things, working through your trauma. At most, you could handle Ciel and Sebastian’s touch, no one else’s.

“W-What are you doing here?” you asked quickly, eyes flitting over Undertaker’s form.

He giggled, raising his hands up to cover his mouth. “I’ve come to see if it’s true, that you’re alive!” The atmosphere changed, and you could practically feel the change in Undertaker’s intentions. “Then to save you.”

“Save me?” You wrapped your arms around yourself as a matter of comfort and protection. “Why?”

“From the demon, of course!” You tried to play dumb, as if you didn’t know what Sebastian was. All you were able to do was cause Undertaker to burst into laughter, wrapping his arms around you again, even tighter this time. “Don’t be silly, Y/N, you’ll be safer with me!” His lips brushed over your ear as he whispered, “I could use you.”

You whimpered, attempting to escape Undertaker’s grasp. “Please let go,” you begged, beginning to cry. Tanaka had left at this point, leaving you helpless. You kicked and screamed as Undertaker dragged you towards the main entrance. You tried dropping to the ground but that did little to stop the reaper.

You were hysterical, sobbing and begging to be let go. In one last attempt at saving yourself, you screamed out the name of the only person you thought could help you. “Sebastian!” you wailed. “Help, please, somebody!”

Within a split-second, you were dropped to the ground and swooped into the arms of someone other than Undertaker. You hesitantly lifted your head enough to see Sebastian’s black hair and glowing red eyes. He held you against his hip as if you were a toddler, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist while his other held sharp kitchen knives, ready to throw them at any moment.

“Are you alright?” he whispers quietly, maroon eyes briefly glancing towards you. You can only nod, gripping the demon’s uniform tightly and burying your face into his shoulder. Sebastian’s attention turned back to Undertaker. “I’ll give you one chance,” the demon growled lowly. “Leave now, and no harm will come to you.”

Undertaker chuckled nervously, slowly backing away. Before he could leave, he smiled again. “I’ll be waiting, Y/N.”

Since then, Undertaker has tried numerous times to break into the manor and take you. Thankfully, Sebastian hired the best servants, so the reaper was always caught before he could do any serious damage. In Ciel’s contract with Sebastian, the demon was ordered to protect you at all costs, as well as your brother. The increase in Undertaker’s activity caused the demon to be around you more frequently, only ever leaving you alone if one of the other servants was with you, or if you were with your brother.

A few years have passed, and so much has changed. Your time with Sebastian led the demon to develop feelings for you, which he never thought he could be capable of as a demon. In return, you fell in love with him, and the two of you began dating. It wasn’t much different from your everyday lives, but you enjoyed your time with him no less. Sebastian taught you how to defend yourself, much like he had taught Ciel. You were grateful for the demon, because his teachings saved your rear end more times than you could count.

There was a period of time where Undertaker’s attacks were absolutely brutal. Once, you had stepped outside for only a moment to find Finny when you were suddenly tackled to the ground, a white cloth shoved against your nose and mouth. You could briefly smell the chloroform soaked into the cloth, trying to scream before you were knocked out. Thankfully, Finnian saw everything and came to your rescue, shouting for help from the other servants as he scooped you into his arms. You were fading in and out of consciousness, barely able to follow along with what was going on around you.

Bard and Mey-rin were able to scare Undertaker off, quickly following after Finny as he carried you inside. You were unable to support your own weight, leaning heavily into Finnian as he wrapped his arms around you and led you inside. The three servants yelled for Sebastian, worrying over you.

What they didn’t know was that Undertaker knew this was going to happen. He would try to kidnap you, almost knock you out, and wait for the servants to be consumed with you and your well-being. They’d yell for Sebastian, leaving Ciel defenseless and vulnerable. He had the perfect chance to strike. If Undertaker couldn’t save you, he could save your brother.

Luckily Ciel could stand his ground long enough for Sebastian to come to his rescue once he reassured the other servants that you were alright. At the end of the day, once you fully came to and were told of what happened, you wouldn’t let Sebastian and Ciel leave your sight. You had panicked when you learned your presence was a threat to your little brother. You were growing hysterical and the only way to calm you down was for Sebastian to crouch in front of you, your hands in his as he coached you through a few breathing exercises. Ciel was beside you, nervously rubbing your back.

When you had finally calmed down, Ciel was leaning into you, asleep against your shoulder. You held him tightly, not wanting to let him go. Sebastian sat beside you, his own arm wrapped around you and rubbing gentle circles into your shoulder. You rested against him, relaxing in the comfort of your lover’s embrace. You listened as Sebastian whispered comforting words to you, trying to lull you to sleep.

Your thoughts kept you awake, however. After contemplating your thoughts, you asked, “Hey, Seb, can I ask you something?”

“Anything, dear,” Sebastian said softly. “What is troubling you?”

“Is it possible to turn someone into a demon, without forming a contract with them?” You anxiously awaited his answer. His answer would dictate how you lived the rest of your life.

“Rouge demons do it all the time,” Sebastian answered. “Sometimes demons go too long without consuming souls, and their hunger takes over. Other times, they do it for fun.” He moved his hand from your shoulder to your head, gentle fingers brushing through your tangled hair. “May I ask why you asked?”

You were quiet for a moment. Taking a deep breath, you turn your head enough to face your lover. Gathering all the courage you could possibly find, you said, “I want you to turn me into a demon.”

Sebastian’s hand froze in your hair, eyes widening ever so slightly. “I beg your pardon?”

You faced him as well as you could without bothering Ciel, who was still asleep against you. “Hear me out,” you pleaded. “The only reason Undertaker wants me is to try and ‘save’ me, whatever that means. He doesn’t like me around you and now he’s trying to harm Ciel to try and get to me. If I were the one thing he’s trying to save me from, Ciel’s life wouldn’t be in danger.”

Sebastian sighed deeply, pulling you into a tight hug. “I could never put you through that pain, dear. Becoming a demon causes you pain like no other, and I could never harm you in that way.”

Tears swelled in your eyes, falling down your already rosy cheeks. Your hands moved to cup Sebastian’s face, eyes pleading with him. “You are ordered to protect me and my brother at all costs, it’s in your contract. This is the only way you can do that.” Sebastian’s thumbs gently brushed over your cheeks, wiping away your tears. “And besides, we could be together, forever.” You giggled softly. “I didn’t mean for that to sound weird, I’m sorry.”

Sebastian smiled softly. “I can’t do that to you.”

“Think of me as another soul. You’re hungry, aren’t you?” You laid against Sebastian’s chest. “I can see how hungry you are, how eager you are to devour Ciel’s soul every time you think about it. But imagine having two Phantomhive souls.” You knew Sebastian wouldn’t be able to resist your offer. As much as he loved you, he was a demon after all, and a hungry demon would go through great lengths to satisfy himself.

“I suppose an eternity with you doesn’t sound all that bad,” he all but growled in your ear. Looking up, you saw Sebastian’s eyes glowing a vibrant shade of red, and you knew you had won. Pulling you closer to him, his lips ghosted over your own. He picked you up slowly, watching Ciel slowly slide to lay down on the couch. Sebastian kissed you as he lowered you down to sit you in a nearby arm chair. He pulled away slowly, his gaze peering deep into your own.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked quietly.

You nodded. “Positive. It’s the only way to protect Ciel, and to stay with you.”

Sebastian rested a hand against your cheek. “This is going to hurt. I apologize, love. I’ll try my hardest to make this as quick as possible.”

Your lover was right. You had never felt pain like this. But you were an eldest sibling, and with that comes damaging yourself to ensure the safety of your little brother.

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