#sebastian michaelis x reader

[creati-bunny]

jealousy looks good on sebastian’s face

the dirty look he gives you, knowing that you slept with someone for information. he was very opposed to the idea if it weren’t for his master permitting you to do whatever it takes for the mission.

he remembers the blissful look on your face when joker pleasured you in his tent.

the human bares no privileges to taste you—to touch you, and to make you orgasm by his hands.

sebastian mournfully watches you manipulate joker, whispering commands on how to please you; the human only interrupts you with a deep, sloppy kiss—reassuring you that he knows how to make you feel good.

the poor tree close by the tent, where you two are about to fornicate in, snaps in half with his grip; sebastian feels quite delighted seeing the confused look on joker’s face; however, you were not oblivious.

you know damn well it was him throwing a tantrum.

so you give the butler a show.

the sounds you’re letting out feels too theatrical; sebastian knew that you’d rather die than have someone make you induce a noise so dirty.

the worse part? he knew you were sincerely enjoying it.

your eyes made contact with sebastian’s while joker is busy making out with you and grinding his hips deliciously against yours; the demon’s crimson eyes gleam in fury—your body shivers from the cold pressure of the wind and the demon’s rising aura.

the sounds of wet slaps of skins for hours are scratching deeply into his ear drums, he was this close to burning the tent. sebastian wants to slice joker’s tongue, his heightened hearing picks up the whispers he breathes in your ears—about how good you make him feel.

like a natural, you respond just the way joker wants you to. great heavens, you’re a nasty one.

your eyes rolled back in pleasure, letting out an exaggerated moan as the two of you reach your orgasm, rage almost blurs the clear mind of the butler’s.

because despite your advances, you had easily obtained the information needed.

sebastian is infuriated that you can easily sleep with a human you’ve just met, while you reject his advances every time inside the manor.

it makes him look needy, he thinks it’s pathetic and disgusting.

[ladyhelona]

That Witch, a Fool

Sebastian Michaelis x Witch! fem reader.

a/n: My first ever post, ahhhh!! I wrote this while at work and did my best to proofread, but there may be mistakes. No trigger warnings here, relatively pg (no smut). I feel like we need more witch!Reader stories, it just adds sooo much more flavor. Anyway, I'm open to feedback, just be nice! ALSO. I'm a college student. I like Oxford commas, I love em dashes, and I like semicolons. I use them a lot. Please do not stone me alive by accusing me of using AI.

The night air in the countryside was always colder at the Phantomhive estate. Even the wind whispered with secrets, carried by ancient brick, thorned gardens, and the slow decay of old magic. You should have stayed away. That was the logical thing. The smart thing. But you were never just a witch. You were a fool, too. A fool who knew exactly what Sebastian Michaelis was, and still, you returned. 

You told yourself it was for the money. That Ciel paid you handsomely for your services. It was a lie meant to comfort the part of you that knew better. 

He greeted you at the gate like always—precise, polished, a mockery of grace wrapped in a tailcoat. A demon in silk. His eyes held no affection, only recognition. But he smiled for you anyway.

“You’re early,” he said.

“You’re always watching,” you replied.

He said nothing more, merely offering a small smile as he held the front door open. 

Every time you visited, the splendor of the manor never failed to take your breath away.  It was baffling, really, how a place like this was overseen by a child who had a demon for a butler, three incompetent staff members, and, occasionally, a witch.

“Young Master is in his study,” Sebastian said, voice smooth as ever. “He’s requested your usual tonic. There’s been concern of arsenic.”

Of course there has. You were barely off the estate a week and someone was already trying to murder the child again. You should’ve been more disturbed by how routine this had become. 

You had brought a few bottles of your strongest brew. It had taken time to perfect, and you’d grown all the herbs yourself: angelica root, rue, garlic, yarrow, mugwort, and a hint of rosemary. All harvested and brewed under the waning moon. At this rate, you’d need to start making larger batches if Ciel continued living under constant threat.

Sebastian knocked twice before a quiet “Come in” was heard. He opened the door and gestured for you to enter first.

“I trust the journey wasn’t too troublesome?” Ciel asked, his single blue eye watching you carefully. You had once offered to examine the other, since your healing magic was quite advanced. He declined, stating that it was “not injured by mortal means.”

“I’m light on my feet,” you replied curtly. You lived in the outskirts of London, tucked in a forest. Secluded, but not isolated. The perfect balance.

“To the matter at hand,” Ciel began, “I’m sure you’re aware of the most recent concerns. Arsenic, this time.”

You nodded, opening your bag and pulling out three bottles of a clear,  earthy color liquid. It resembled tea in everything but taste. 

“I can’t promise anything on the taste,” you said. “It may very well taste like dirt. But I can guarantee this is the strongest brew I’ve ever made. Whether it’s taken beforehand for resistance or afterward as an antidote, it will work.”

Sebastian picked up one of the bottles with a gloved hand and examined it carefully.

“Impressive,” he murmured. His crimson eyes moved from the bottle to you, gaze deep and unreadable. As if he were looking through you, not at you. You forced yourself to look away, turning your attention back to Ciel.

“I assume you’ll want to stockpile them,” you added. “I could make several more, but I’d need about two weeks.”

Ciel nodded, clearly thinking. The room went quiet. You could still feel Sebastian’s eyes on you, and heat crept up your neck.

A demon. A beast in white gloves. You know this. But your heart, that stupid, beating thing—wants anyway. A part of you longs to know what his hands would feel like against your cheek. Would they be warm or cold? If he kissed you, would it taste like sweetest sin? 

“…concerns, if possible. Sebastian did mention you were highly skilled in protective magic and wards.” 

Ciel’s voice snapped you from your thoughts, dragging you away from a very ill-advised daydream about his butler. You’d missed most of what he said.

“You want me to ward your manor?” 

“Yes.” 

“A demonic guard dog isn’t enough?” 

Ciel’s lips curved, just slightly. Your jab seemed to amuse him. You caught Sebastian’s eyes narrowing, almost imperceptibly.

“And what exactly do you want it warded against?” you asked, already mentally compiling a list. You hadn’t brought the right supplies, and depending on his answer…

“Ideally, everything,” Ciel replied without hesitation. 

“You blinked. “That’s not terribly helpful.”

“I need specifics,” you said. “Humans? Demons? Grim Reapers? Ghosts? Goblins? Vampires?”

“I believe what my young master means,” Sebastian interjected smoothly, “is that we’ve had a troubling increase in attacks. Assassins. Mercenaries.”

You fell quiet, tapping your chin. Humans. It would be long, difficult work. You didn’t have what you needed.

Still, after a moment, you said, “I could cast a warding spell that strikes intense, primal fear into anyone with ill intent. If someone approached with the intent to harm you, the spell would cause them to feel suffocated by their own fear. They’d run before they got close.”

Ciel leans forward, clearly interested. “Anyone with ill intent?” 

“Anyone toward you, the manor, your staff.” You nodded. “It’ll take everything I’ve got to stretch it across the whole estate.”

“Could you do it tonight?” Ciel asked suddenly. 

You froze. “Tonight? I could, but I didn’t bring my materials. This is an incredibly complicated spell—”

“Sebastian will get whatever you need,” Ciel interrupted with a wave of his hand. “Make a list. I’ll pay triple our usual arrangement.”

It was late twilight. The sky had bruised into purple and ink. The rose garden glowed faintly under the rising moon. A cool wind carried the scent of damp stone and blooming flowers. Crickets sang, but the stillness made the world feel suspended.

You’d written a long list. Colored candles, rare herbs, crystals. Of course, Sebastian had acquired everything. Perfectly, as requested.

You hadn’t expected him to stay, but he lingered nearby. Too close, cloaked in his usual excuse of “supervision.” Ridiculous. You knew exactly what you were doing.

Still, he watched in silence. 

You knelt, drawing sigils and runes with a steady hand, murmuring the first incantation. The wind picked up, curling through your hair. The two black candles on either side of you lit all at once. 

Sebastian stepped forward quietly and handed you a silver bowl. His fingers brushed yours.

A chill spread across your skin.

“Careful,” he said, voice like silk. “You’re trembling.”

You nearly lied. Nearly blamed the cold. But your cheeks burned.

You turned your focus back to the spell. The flames stretched unnaturally high as the wind howled. The sigils melted into the ground, absorbed into the land. Your voice faltered just for a moment—not from forgetfulness, but from the weight of his gaze.

He wasn’t just watching your body.

He was watching your soul.

It took effort to center yourself. Sweat gathered at your temples despite the breeze.

The sun dipped lower, the sky bleeding into deep indigo.

The circle flared with light, pulsing faintly through the soil like glowing veins. The magic surged, hungry and alive. It demanded a price.

Your legs weakened. “Almost… done,” you whispered, heart pounding.

You didn’t hear him move, but suddenly Sebastian was behind you. His presence was overwhelming. Not touching—but there. Like heat against your spine. Like breath against your neck. 

“Your pulse,” he murmured behind you. “Is racing.”

You wanted to retort. Say something clever. But your mouth was dry.

The final words of the spell burned on your tongue.

You spoke them.

And the earth responded.

Wind howled. The candles exploded into white-hot flame. Light arced like lightning across the sigils—now glowing gold, then violet, then blood-red before sinking into the soil. A final pulse hit your core and you gasped, vision darkening. Your knees buckled.

But you never hit the ground.

Sebastian caught you.

One arm around your waist. The other tilted your face up with gloved fingers that lingered too gently.

You opened your eyes.

His were already on you—glowing, red, hungry.

“You should be more careful with your soul,” he said, voice a velvet razor. “You keep handing it out.”

“I didn’t—” you tried to speak, but your breath caught.

“You did,” he interrupted. “And it called to me.”

His thumb slid down, tracing the column of your throat.  You didn’t stop him. Couldn’t. Your heart was still racing. He could hear it. He felt it beneath his thumb. 

A pause. 

“Is it fear?” he asked, tone unreadable.

“No,” you breathed.

“Then what is it?” he pressed, but softly—like a secret. Like a dare. Like he already knew the answer and was simply torturing you for his own enjoyment. 

You parted your lips to speak, to lie, to run—but nothing came out. 

And then he kissed you.

It was deliberate. 

Wicked.

He kissed you like he was tasting your soul.

His lips were cool, then searing. He tasted of sin and smoke, of warmth and ruin. There was no softness. Only possession. You felt yourself unraveling, not just in body but in essence. As if he were pulling pieces of you into himself, like thread through a needle, binding, binding, binding.

You knew better. You should’ve pulled away. 

You didn’t.

You couldn’t. 

When he pulled away, the world was silent. The candles had burned out. The wind was gone. Even the moon seemed to hold its breath.

His hand was still on your jaw, thumb now tracing your cheekbone with dangerous fondness.

He leaned in close, breath brushing your ear as he whispered:

“Foolish girl,” he said, quiet and cruel, “What good could come of loving a demon?”

Your heart ached. You tried to say something in defense, but it was useless. 

He tilted your chin up. His eyes locked on yours, molten and ancient. His smile curled like a sin.

“Nevertheless,” he purred, “I’ll keep you all the same.”

[munv]

MENTALITY — BLACK BUTLER SERIES TEASER

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, against your will, a strange book takes you away to England where the supernatural is a constant, sickness spreads like words, and lying could save you more than the truth ever could.

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[sugurouge]

— 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

[pfpanimes]

⌕ kuroshitsuji - sebastian michaelis.

like or reblog if you save/use.

[torikuri]

demons and marks — sebastian michaelis x reader

sebastian is posessive.

not vocally, but the way he acts tells everything he doesn’t say.

while he doesn’t specifically tell someone to get away from you, he does seemingly get more handsy — either with hands roaming to grip your waist or ever so subtly standing a bit too close.

does ciel reprimand of his butler being more than less obvious about this? maybe, if the young lord catches the antics quick enough.

not that sebastian listens anyway.

you’re his — and his you’ll stay.

[rosalietodd013]

So this is something that’s bothered me for years but I never said anything. I can’t stand people who write fanfiction with an original character as the main character but tag as x reader. Like giving your character a name AND physical description is not a reader insert story. I understand the gender specific/neutral tags or intending your character to be a specific race or size but there does come a point where isn’t no longer a reader insert and it’s just a regular OC.

I wanna believe that a lot of people don’t understand the tag but as fanfiction writers I know that’s not the case. A lot of people do it to get more views for their story which is so dumb to me. Either write an actual reader insert or add the proper tags. It’s not that fucking hard.

Also I purposefully tagged reader insert tags I’m into to see if others have this same issue and what they think. I can’t be the only one annoyed but I’m cool either way.

[animeyanderelover]

I would also like to ask for obanai, Muzan, Light Yagami and Sebastian's reaction to a darling wearing revealing clothes? Thanks!

My connection to the internet is still not fixed. I’m literally writing this during university break because I have a stable connection here.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, delusional behavior, overprotective behavior, manipulation, degradation, humiliation, suggestive themes, Nsfw in Muzan's part, abduction, death

Tags: @leveyani @lovley-valentine7 @chxxz @maggiequinn59 @nightmaresprophet

Darling wears revealing clothes

Sebastian Michaelis

🐈‍⬛​It isn't the time with its set fashion that is going to hold Sebastian back. In fact the demon certainly enjoys the free spirit you showcase in a time where women dress modest and must never show too much skin. Unless they have a rather salacious reputation to them that is. What is going to motivate him to keep you from wearing such revealing clothes outside is his own possessiveness. Undeniably you are a feast for the eyes but as you are his mate you should ensure that such a sight is only for him to enjoy. Perhaps if time and fashion would be a different one he would be much more lenient to let you outside. As of now so much skin would gather too much attention from everyone. He can't have other men lay their greedy eyes on you now, can he? Only a minx would still dare to go against his words and you are certainly one. Your confidence is very attractive yet in this scenario it isn't too appreciated. You must want to tease and test him if you keep on insisting to wear your clothes even outside. If it is his limits you wish to overstep, then it should be only fair that Sebastian shows you the consequences. With less clothes you would look even more ravishing for him after all~

Yagami Light

✍️​Light has a vision. A vision of a perfect world with him as a God. A perfect world with you by his side. However, he has envisioned you in a very specific way. A way that doesn't include the far too revealing clothes that you often wear outside of university. Sure, the world is slowly changing and the fashion evolves with it yet Light finds this trend to be nothing but distasteful. You are his woman and for that you shouldn't dress in ways where just everyone can ogle you. For Light it is about retaining your innocence as well as hiding from other eyes what should only be shown to him. He cannot just forbid you to wear those clothes though. At least not as long as he needs to hide his identity from you. So instead Light decides to go with subtle manipulation to get inside your head. A lot of backhanded compliments are given where he comments that you are quite brave for wearing such things or mentions briefly that he would never let his sister wear those clothes. He constantly offers you his jacket, insisting that it is windy and that you could get sick. Sometimes he gety very passive-aggressive, asking if your outfits earn you a lot of attention from others and if that is your intention.

Iguro Obanai

🐍​Obanai is under the daily risk of having a heart attack, your clothes far too inviting for lustful eyes to linger on you. Even he has troubles looking at you for too long without getting very flustered but he does his best to never let his eyes linger on your thighs or your cleavage. Silently he has a lot of objections but he is unable to voice them as he doesn't want to earn your possible anger or sadden you. Instead he gifts you cloaks, scarfs and other items which you will hopefully use to cover yourself a bit more. Unable to speak up his own thoughts yet well aware how many lecherous people are out there, Obanai is left with the old strategy of stalking you. His two-coloured eyes are always watching for anyone looking at you lustfully or snickering behind your back. Save to say is that anyone who dares to give a wrong reaction becomes a temporary target. His jealousy and his overprotective instincts make for a very overbearing presence even though he reminds in the shadows. You shouldn't be surprised if certain people start avoiding you. Not after a visit from Obanai and threats he didn't even bother to hide. Either stay away or lose tongue and eyes so that they may never speak or look wrongly again.

Kibutsuji Muzan

🩸​Not even a whore would dress as skimpy. Are you really such a low creature, offering your body to just anyone? Muzan has lived through dynasties and historic events and is stuck in a very traditional mindset. If you were just any woman he would simply discard you. Yet you are his woman and for that by extension his possession. How dare you dress in ways where everyone can look at your body? It seems like you need to be reminded that your body belongs to him. You lack respect of his claim on you and Muzan will be swift and cruel to remind you of everything. It is unacceptable that you walk around the way you do. All your clothes will be torn away from you the moment he has you in his possession, replaced by clothes that he deems to be fit for someone who belongs to him. Any arguments or rebellion are going to be squashed as he has little tolerance. If you misbehave you are going to be treated accordingly. But if you truly wish to be treated like a slut, he can do that. Surely you'd appreciate sitting completely naked on his lap and cockwarming him whilst he holds a meeting with the Upper Moons. Next time he might even see it through to bring a few loved ones of yours.

[ghostfacesvalentine]

Princess treatment only - MultiMuse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not many, some mentions of killing, but nothing graphic. Kind of fluffy

Type: HC’s

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: Some HC’s as to how the muses would give the reader the princess treatment.

Notes: I don’t know where I was going with this, but this is mainly fluff, maybe sometime I’ll spice it up. I just had to get my writing juice brewing. Not proofread at all just go.

Jason Voorhees: Honestly, would treat you like a princess regardless. Will pick flowers for you when he’s outside. Always lets you borrow his flannels. Always walks in front of you to make sure there’s no danger, but looks back constantly to make sure there’s no danger behind you?? lmao. You won’t ever have to lift a finger when you’re with him. Literally at your beck and call. Will try his best not to kill in front of you, but sometimes it just ?? happens lol. Tries to be soft when touching you because you’re literally the most perfect thing that has ever crossed his path.

Michael Myers: Is your literal bodyguard. Will follow you anywhere and everywhere, you might as well call him your shadow. Lets you hug him and climb onto his lap whenever. Won’t hug you back yet, working on it. Nobody comes near you, no exceptions. Sorry. Stares at you most of the time. Can’t say it, but you’re literally flawless to him. Will use his body as a shield for you. Would kill anything for you. Eventually learns to put his palm against your cheek and that’s his second greatest accomplishment, the first being bagging you, literally and figuratively.

Tiffany Valentine: You won’t ever have to worry about a thing when you’re with her. Always gets her hands dirty for you. Lots of cheek and neck kisses. Praises your looks all the time. She will always brag about you whether it’s what you do, how you look, anything and everything. She would always make sure you have the latest clothes. She’d make sure you always had your staple make up pieces available. When it comes to killing, she’d get creative, that way you guys will never have literal blood on your hands, especially you, never you.

Billy Loomis: Lots of nicknames. Kinda only has a soft spot for you. Can never ever tell you no and stick to it. Won’t hesitate to kill anyone who makes fun of him for this. Drives you everywhere. Ties your shoes. Always makes time for you. Will help you pick out your outfits and tell you which one he likes and which one he doesn’t. Will wear the bracelets you make him. Anything in his closet is yours, help yourself. Always touching you, holding your hand, holding your waist, you’ve infatuated him enough to have him carelessly cover you in soft kisses, laying his head on your shoulder. Kinda creative with dates tbh.

Stu Macher: You will forever be his princess. Will carry you across puddles. Lots of cheek and forehead kisses. Would learn how to paint your nails for you during class. Always makes sure you have a good grade on your exam, whether he has to swap out the papers after class or make sure you get the right answers, you can absolutely count on him. You don’t have to use your brain around him, no worries. Thinks you look adorable in his sweaters, especially oversized. Loves when you sit on his lap. Prioritizes you over anything and everything. Even if you don’t like horror movies, Stu would absolutely find something else for you to watch.

Patrick Bateman: Honestly, when he falls in love with you, it’s princess treatment only. Will give you a skin care routine and help you follow through with it. Kind of makes you feel dumb, but not like a stupid dumb, more like a ‘oh dear sweet baby you are a little dumb but pretty, but dumb, let me help you’ Same thing if you fall asleep with your makeup on, Patricks on the way with the micellar makeup remover. Will speak up for you if you don’t like a service, he won’t be mean about it unless he has to. Always makes sure you’re hydrated (also part of your skin care routine). You will be a housewife/girlfriend. Feel free to splurge, you are his trophy princess after all. Will take you anywhere you want. Will make things up for you if he has to be at work late.

Leatherface: I don’t ever see a scenario where Bubba does not treat his s/o like a princess. It’s like part of the deal. Either way, expect wild flowers all the time. It’s his favorite thing to do for you. He even makes you a vase and makes sure your flowers are always fresh. Will literally die and kill for you without any hesitation. At his knees for you. Bubba will crawl to you across pins and needles if you asked him to. He’s always making sure you’re comfortable and safe, never hungry or in your mind for too long. Melts at your touch. Would learn how to dance just to dance to your favorite songs. Always gets awestruck with you.

Harley Quinn: Will absolutely take you anywhere you want, no matter how random it is. Always dazed when looking at you. Keeps pictures of you all dressed up in her bag or car or wherever she goes. Selina gave her a heart shaped locket once and yeah, you guessed it, the cutest picture of you is in there. Doesn’t hesitate to shoot any man for you. Leaves your face covered in red kisses. She would do anything to make you laugh. Anything you want, it’s yours! Just point at it.

Poison Ivy: Pamela will always spoil you, regardless of how you act. You’ve heard of people growing gardens for their s/o, she would grow forests for you. She’s the most gentle with you, gentle caresses and soft kisses. Paints your nails, brushes your hair while adding flowers into the locks. Always admires dressing you up and putting make up on you. Almost never wants you to leave. Slow dances with you. She’d do anything to keep you out of danger. You think Michael is a good bodyguard? Pamela is the bodyguard.

Bruce Wayne: hhnnnngh. Ok. No but you are the Princess Wayne. Spoiling you rotten goes without saying. Anything your little heart desires is yours. Helps you get dressed. His favorite is helping you with your stockings. Gentle kisses everywhere. Brushes your hair. Lifting you up constantly when there’s a crack in the pavement. Always the driver. Your safety is always first, always. No because whatever you want means whatever you want, which is why there are hello kitty plushies scattered across the Wayne manor. You’ve somehow managed to get your own cozy theater in there too. Princess treatment also means Bruce having to lay back just a teeny bit on Batman just to guard you too while you sleep.

Jason Todd: nmmnnmf YES. I don’t see him treating his s/o any other way. Lots of pet names. Loooves to help you get dressed. Sits you on the counter as he cooks. Never lets you out of his sight. Anything you want it’s yours. Always buying you cute socks and letting you wear his clothes. Forehead kisses. Oh man it’s so disgusting how much Jason loves his princess. Always taking pictures of you, no matter the angle. Would 1000000% tie bows into your hair if you asked.

Billy Hargrove: Honestly if he’s in love with you, princess treatment is granted. Always giving you his jackets, especially when you wear skirts or dresses out. Lifting you over mud and puddles. Subtle kisses on the head while you’re out. Body guard mode activated. He kinda becomes your shadow, appearing out of nowhere and greeting you with a kiss on the forehead. Ties your shoes without asking. Wiping any tears or smeared makeup off your face. Winks at you all the timeee.

Steve Harrington: Kind of similar to Stu, he always makes sure you pass your class. Poor princess doesn’t use her brain in school, too busy trying to stay awake. Always gives you his jacket, even if you don’t want to wear it, he’ll wrap it around you. Finds any excuse to carry you or pick you up. So affectionate. Kisses on the cheek, lips, forehead. Sometimes he will miss and kiss your eye but ugh it’s so fucking cute. Only has eyes for you. Tying your shoes, putting your socks on, literally just dressing you in general is a must. Literally will take you wherever you want, whenever. Drops everything when you call. Such a sucker with the nicknames for you.

Steve Rogers: Ugh another one. Think of him as a body guard who you get to kiss and sit on his lap. Always drops everything to make sure you’re okay. Cannot take his eyes off of you. So smooth with the reassurance. Kisses on the forehead constantly. Always tucks you in. Would help you bathe if you asked. Pulls you onto his lap every time you both sit down. Whatever you want, you’ll get. If he can’t do it, he’ll find a way. Cups your face in his hands when you cry, kisses your tears away. Ugh he’s your literal teddy bear, if you don’t like to be smothered? Pick another muse.

Bucky Barnes: Similar to Steve, he’s your shadow, but he’s a little more … upfront with it. He’s constantly wrapping an arm around you, eyeing anyone who’s eyeing you. He’s so gentle if you’re sensitive. Kissing your cheek is his favorite. Always lingering his fingertips around your crevices. Makes sure you’re never hungry. Always up before you are. Lets you sleep in. If you fight, he will never raise his voice at you. Ready to carry you if you’re too tired to keep walking around. Slow dances with you just because. He’s always worried for you, making sure you’re okay, you’re not sick or hungry. Pet names with him are a must.

Loki Laufeyson: Okkkk and in what situation did you ever think loki was not going to give you the princess treatment??? You are literal Princess Laufeyson. Though he, and Sebastian maybe, are the only ones who can probably, maybe, say no to you, if you pout enough maybe he’ll come to a compromise with you. He never wants to upset you though. Would literally wipe out a small world for you. Or a few. Ok even betray anyone for you. Always cleaning your smeared makeup, fixing your hair, wiping you because you spilled your drink. He’s so devoted to you, im going to throw up. He devours you with his eyes from a distance, you’re never leaving his sight.

Cloud Strife: Ugh ok. Literal bodyguard, as he’s hired to be at times. At your beck and call, though he’d never admit it. Such a sucker and can never say no to you. Though it may take time, he can start calling you ‘baby’ ‘sweet girl’ ‘love’ he’s so infatuated with you and doesn’t know how to handle it. Your safety is his priority. Always listens to you ramble on and on. Brings you flowers for no reason other than he was thinking of you. He’s such a sucker for you. Follows you everywhere.

Sebastian Michaelis: He’s probably the most tame out of everyone but that doesn’t mean he’s not a sucker. There are rules he’s willing to bend for you, literally willing to kill anyone that has the slightest interest in hurting you. Always makes sure you’re fed and if you want a sweet treat, he’s on it. Listens to you talk, even if it’s silly. Dances with you almost every night. He’s so graceful with it. Dressing you and feeding you is his favorite but he might throw in a few teases “poor sweet baby, you haven’t woken up yet to tell your left foot from your right” as you rub your eyes with the wrong shoes on. Of course he’s willing to help, even if he has the idea that you do this on purpose, he's more than happy to oblige.

Spencer Reid: Though his job wouldn’t encourage it, he still drops almost everything to answer you. Always finds a way to share time with his job and his attention to you. Reads to you all the time, whether in person or over the phone. He’s always making comparisons of you being the princess in most fictional stories that you both come across. He’s so gentle with you. Caresses your face all the time. You lay your head on his lap or sit on his lap as he reads away. Always making sure to keep up with your well-being before his own. Would 10000% pick up a habit of writing you little notes or picking flowers for you or taking Polaroids or something to remind you of your everlasting presence in his mind.

[dark-konohagakure2]

imagine succubus!reader lurking in the phantomhive manor to find a victim for the night cause a succubus gets their energy if they take control but ends up getting caught and noncon-ed by sebastian until she cant take it anymore and begs to stop

UGHHH I HAVE BEEN STUCK WITH THIS IDEA SINCE THE DAY I IMAGINED IT 😭😭 petition for more succubus!reader fics 😔

tw: noncon, succubus!reader, size difference, tail pulling, rough sex, overstimulation, humiliation, creampie

All characters depicted are 18+

Sebastian takes his duties as the butler of the Phantomhive household very seriously, so seriously in fact that he doesn't ever sleep, mainly because demons don't need to sleep, but the fact still remains that there is no butler more diligent than Sebastian. His keen senses are able to pick up on the smallest of noises, even the faintest creak of the floorboards won't escape his notice. If a pin dropping doesn't go unnoticed by Sebastian, then there is no way in hell that he won't notice the presence of another hellish entity in his midst.

He is equal parts intrigued and concerned. Sebastian knows he can effortlessly dispatch any threat towards his master, bit even so the thought of another demon being after him is quite concerning. Never one to waste his time dwelling on any worries he might have, Sebastian will quickly do his part as a butler by apprehending the uninvited guest.

It's comically easy for Sebastian, he's not called a devil of a butler for nothing, he's able to use his superior strength to yank the little demon over to him when she's unaware, grabbing her by the pointy tail, which makes her hiss out in pain like a cat. Sebastian likes cats, even the ones with claws, but he sadly can't pet her, not when she's been such a bad girl as to even attempt to endanger his master.

Sebastian knows precisely how to deal with a naughty little succubus like herself, her kind feed off the sexual energy and desires of men, so he'll give her exactly what every succubus wants, he'll give it to her until she's begging him to stop. It's a fitting punishment for the demonic intruder, and it finally gives Sebastian the opportunity to stop feigning his humanity, even if just for a short while.

"Naughty thing, did you truly believe you could intrude oh my master's property without consequence? Oh how adorable~ I'll be sure to give you something to remember before sending you back to our home~"

His eyes are glowing unabashedly now, the glowing red orbs now having a feral intensity to them as he starts teasing the lesser demon, yanking on her tail roughly as he exposes her holes to his hellish gaze, teasing her sensitive pussy lips mercilessly before he decides to have his fill of her. Sebastian hasn't had a good fuck in a while, and certainly never with another demon that was aware of his true nature, so he's going to savor this rare treat.

Being centuries old, Sebastian is well versed in the art of making somebody come undone around his cock, whether they want to or not. His hips will slam against her from behind, his balls slapping against his ass while he fucks her raw, pulling on her tail like a bully pulling on the braids of a girl he likes. Sebastian's cock is long and thick, even in his human form, so it'll ram against her oversensitive womb with every thrust, forcing her into one mind breaking orgasm after the other.

Demons typically can't reproduce with one another, so Sebastian can cum inside of her to his heart's content without a care in the world, and he won't be satisfied with cumming inside of her just once, he's going to breed her until she's begging him to stop, and for hours after that too. It won't take long for her to go from confident and rude to whining and pleading with him to show mercy, but nothing will come of those pleas aside from her receiving even more mockery and even more loads shot into her already overstuffed womb.

He finds her reactions and pleading to be both adorable and pitiful, not to mention ironic; a creature who feeds off of sex now begging him to stop fucking her, her impish pussy overflowing with cum and weakly gripping his cock, fucked loose from the brutal pounding she's getting. He definitely won't be stopping anymore despite her pleas, after all, lesser demons make lovely fucktoys.

"Oh my~ begging already, little one? How sad, your kind usually loves getting ravished so, you truly are a disgrace from all demonkind~! How cute~!"

But alas, he can't keep this adorable little kitten as a house pet as much as he wants to, his young master would never allow such a thing, but Sebastian takes pride in the fact that he successfully subdued another interloper, and she won't mess with him again, that is unless she wants her holes destroyed again.

[creati-bunny]

sebastian being a creep and a weirdo

sebastian michaelis, who becomes irrational when you give zero fucks about him. even when he tries to impress you by his looks and his skills, you only give him a polite smile and a forced compliment as to spare his dignity.

it was nothing at first, until you express your disinterest very loudly even without speaking. sebastian concluded that the remaining relative of ciel phantomhive ultimately gets under his nerves.

sebastian michaelis, whose eyes creep you out from the way he stares at you like a predator and thinks he is being discreet; he was wrong when you told his master about his behavior and got scolded in return.

sebastian michaelis, who wonders why you solely make your goal to spite him (you’re not doing anything). interacting with the other servants and his master like you did not spout the most horrendous things a human could ever say to him.

sebastian michaelis, who thinks you look unsightly whenever you try to be kind to the guests in his master’s manor, who watches you fake your laugh and overexaggerate your interest towards a guest’s boring and pathetic life.

sebastian michaelis, whose attitude did a 360-degree turn when you explicitly asked for assistance in removing your garments; he has never felt so satisfied and accomplished to think that you’re asking for his favor while watching you stumble away to your room with the amount of liquor in your system.

sebastian michaelis, who took his time blessing his eyes with seeing your bare skin; his mouth watering like a creep, seeing the unaware look you have on your face. he ignores mey-rin’s name that came out of your mouth, fully knowing you mistook him for the woman.

sebastian michaelis, who is definitely not a kind soul and lets his hands roam inappropriately around your body, disguising it as him “checking for blemishes on your body”—no, he is just a pervert bastard taking advantage of his nemesis’ drunken state.

a chance to break you into pieces, if it were not for you falling asleep so quickly with your torso still exposed like a damn fool.

sebastian michaelis, who seethes quietly when you return to normal, sipping your tea as if nothing happened. his master takes note of his behaviour and aggressively brings him back from his thoughts with a snarky remark.

sebastian michaelis, who is unaware that he becomes possessive when another supernatural being becomes close to you. he watches you two with a scowl when you become a cuddle pillow for undertaker, who becomes too adamant about pissing the demon off by nuzzling and coddling you in his arms.

sebastian michaelis, who has a miraculous chance to bathe you instead of mey-rin, watches you slowly creep away in disgust when you see the excited look on the butler’s face. his manicured nails and an unfamiliar mark on his hand are exposed to you shamelessly, and he cooes when he sees the curiosity in your eyes.

sebastian michaelis, who forgets his dislike for you when he sees the water droplets cascade on your body beautifully, and having to see you relaxed even when he should be here to ruin your peace.

the coil in his stomach stirs up when he hears you let out a pleased sound at his massage.

sebastian michaelis, who checks up on you at one night, his whole body stiffens, seeing that you were not fully clothed and you looked at him with disdain in your eyes. the butler becomes too quiet for your liking;

and as you’re about to slam the door shut, he prevents it with his foot.

sebastian michaelis, who takes off his gloves using his teeth, you sense the shift within the butler when your room suddenly grows darker—the candles flickering off, a strong gash of wind appears in your room out of nowhere; your eyes widen seeing black feathers illuminating away from his body.

sebastian michaelis, who becomes illogical when you make no negative reaction from seeing his true form and lets his shadows grasp and hold you a bit roughly while he stares down at you hungrily. you were too dumbfounded to answer, even when his saliva drips on your cheek—he wipes it away with his pointy nail.

sebastian michaelis, whose one of his shadows wagged in happiness seeing that you made no resistance at his touch—fully becoming enamored with you that you still have him wrapped around your finger when he is in his true form.

sebastian michaelis being an unhinged creep for you.

[ladyhelona]

What Sebastian Michaelis is like in a relationship (canon compliant and sinfully juicy)

• Sebastian is a demon. Demons do not love, not in the human sense. They do not form attachments or care. Your soul, however, sings to Sebastian. A melody only for him. For the first time in his long life, he didn’t wish to devour a soul; he wanted to keep it.

• A prize. A pet. A beloved possession. You are an indulgent luxury to him. He’ll cherish you in his own dark, twisted ways. You belong to him—and demons are possessive.

• His affection is terrifying. He’ll brush your hair behind your ear and murmur terrible things in your ear—how sweet your soul will taste if you ever betray him. He’ll kiss your knuckles and remind you you’re his. Always his.

• Control is everything. Sebastian doesn’t need to raise his voice. A smile, a look, a single softly spoken command—and you’ll obey. Not out of fear, but because his dominance is magnetic. Inevitable. Because you aim to please, and he knows it.

• He knows your patterns, your weaknesses, your deepest shame. He knows your body better than you do. Not because you told him—but because he watched. He studied. He filed them away like precious artifacts. And if you act out? He knows exactly how to punish you.

• He does not tolerate competition. Jealousy is a human emotion and Sebastian is above such feelings. However… flirt with another man? Dance too long with a noble? The punishment will be quiet. Calculated. You’ll feel his eyes on you all night—like a promise. And later, in the dark? He’ll remind you whose you are. You will be littered in marks, unable to walk, mind blank of anything except for him.

• You don’t pray to your god anymore.Not since him. Not since Sebastian whispered your name like a benediction and ruined the space where your soul used to tremble. He is your new altar. Your new church. The thing you cry out for in the dark. And he adores it—worship turned inside out. Reverent. Obscene.

“On your knees,” he purrs, “and beg like you mean it.”

You do.

You always do.

[ciciyup]

Phantomhive manor (+ Gregory Violet) X Fem! Reader time traveler headcanons.

Summary: You are a time traveler and you have arrived in the Victorian era, how would you fare with certain characters if they met you?

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Ciel Phantomhive

In one moment he was drinking his tea and enjoying his chocolate cake and the next Sebastian had arrived with you at his side. Everything about you seemed to confuse him, from your unusual and very inappropriate clothing to your casual and bland way of speaking.

At first, he only let you stay in his mansion so he could study you, for some reason you seemed to know more than him and even more than Sebastian, and the more time you spent there the more you seemed to confuse him with your strange ways.

The inappropriate clothes you were wearing seemed to not want to take them off while you complained that the corset and the amount of things in the dresses were uncomfortable, which made Ciel roll his eyes more than once, on top of that, in your comments you added that the clothes you were wearing were “the fashion” and “the trend” when Ciel only saw in them two pieces of fabric like a poorly covered window added, in his opinion, to your bad style.

The way you spoke was so strange, that way so casual and without any grace, but at the same time confusing to hear you say words that he had never heard before. He had bothered to look up those words himself in some books, but then he left the task to Sebastian, who soon informed him that those words did not exist... At least not in his time. On top of that, it seemed that you did not appear in any kind of paper that informed about your birth or other important things that should be in people as soon as they are born, which made Ciel stop taking it as a bad move and see the possibility that you really were a time traveler, since Sebastian had ruled out the possibility that you were some entity like a demon, angel or shinigami by not feeling any of that in you.

It was really surprising for him, he would not deny it, to see such a strange and at the same time so useful device. You called it 'cell phone'. It was surprising for Ciel to see a device that could take color photos, see himself on video moments before while doing something random and be able to watch it and replay it. The fact that music came out of that device surprised him quite a bit too, not only because of that, but because of the huge difference between the music of the future and that of his time, it had certainly been a big shock. Surprisingly, some of the songs you taught him he ended up liking, the ones with a soft and pleasant rhythm, and the fact that you put those 'headphones' you had shown him where the music could be heard better turned out to be a great experience.

He seemed to start to trust you more, your conversations were pleasant and you seemed to have a very different kind of thinking than he was used to seeing in people, it was nice in a way. You seemed to have a more open mind, more liberal, without prejudices or hypocrisy.

Maybe with you there Ciel could take advantage of certain things to have an advantage over his adversaries in the business and political sense, after all he was an earl and it was always good to be one step ahead of everyone, if it was three steps then it would be even better. Although he was always on guard and cautious while you seemed to tell him certain things, he took mental notes of what could happen or happen in the future if he didn't change something in the present. It was all very intelligent and strategic on his part.

Finding you had been a great important piece for his game and being aware of more things that he probably wouldn't get to see, but he was pleased to have been lucky enough to have you appear. He just wished you could stay a little longer to be able to appreciate a vision as different and at the same time as pleasant as yours.

Sebastian Michaelis

Surprise was to say the least. This human really had something. He felt curious? Fascinated? You were so strange, your way of seeing everything was so different. Sebastian felt surprised because you even surpassed him in subjects he didn't know about such as politics, future wars, economics. It was fascinating and perhaps also, in a way, a blow to his ego. Why did this human come out of nowhere with all the answers up her sleeve, in such a way that she managed to surpass him in knowledge? Still, Sebastian was an extremely intelligent being with centuries of experience, so even if you had advanced knowledge, he wouldn't feel intimidated. Instead, he would see this as an opportunity to learn and expand his own understanding.

While he lets you settle into the mansion at his master's request, as the days passed, he would soon bring out his sarcasm when he saw your attire and clothes, dropping some sarcastic comments, but always with a polite tone to sweeten.

Seeing the device in your hands and turning it on would surprise him at first, being somewhat impressed by the great advancement of humans in technology and since he is a very intelligent supernatural being, he would quickly learn to use the cell phone and any other device you had with you. He would even dare to take your phone with him secretly just to study it, sometimes to take pictures, videos and other times to listen to music, noticing the great change between one era and another. The photographs and videos would be what would attract his attention the most, enjoying filming some cat that appeared in the mansion and then watching it on the phone.

Despite enjoying certain things, Sebastian would evaluate if you represented a potential threat, being cautious, but without raising suspicions on you. He would always prioritize Ciel's safety so he would stay close to you for a certain amount of time, even if sometimes you wouldn't notice. Coming to the conclusion that you didn't seem to be dangerous or an enemy to Phantomhive, which made him become more friendly and even offered you hospitality while you stayed at the mansion.

He would take advantage of your advanced knowledge to improve efficiency and security at the mansion, as well as a chance to learn about humanity and how they had advanced so much over the centuries. He would come to enjoy the conversations if they interested him enough, you don't always meet a time traveler so he had to get something out of it, it was sure better than hearing anyone else talk about the same old topics.

You were different from what he was used to, clumsy, closed-minded and boring people who had nothing new to offer, but since you had arrived it seemed like you had awakened something in Sebastian that he hadn't felt for centuries. He hoped you would stay a little longer, it would be a shame if he had to go back to the same boring emotions.

Finnian

He was very excited about you, although at first he seemed confused, especially by your unusual clothing, his excitement made him see beyond. Seeing artifacts he had never seen before amazed him, his eyes shining as he took the first picture with so many colors and heard the music coming out of it. Surely asking you for your phone a few times so he could take lots of pictures of himself with big smiles and doing different things or anything in general that he found nice to capture, even leaving the phone without storage.

“Can I really talk to someone who is on the other side of the world right now?” Finny would ask you in surprise when hearing you explain about calls and messages. But surely the game apps would also keep him very entertained, especially the pet care and gardening games, spending so much time there that he would already know how to use most of the things. He seemed to be amused by the fact that you would randomly throw out words that he had never heard before, some of them amused him so much that he would keep them in his mind and would often repeat them, even while there were people there, causing them to look at him in confusion. His enthusiasm could be higher than the looks they usually gave him. Finny liked to learn new things and having met you would definitely continue to fascinate him even after days.

His face would light up as you explain to him the simplest thing for you it would be surprising for him like the fact that there was something called 'internet' or 'television' that made everything easier in everyday life like a blender, bed warmer, cars. Whatever you told him it seemed like the boy would explode with excitement.

He would definitely be mesmerized if you showed him series or movies, whatever was moving on the screen would surprise him, but if they were fantasy movies he would surely enjoy them more seeing the special effects and thinking about how everything looked so real. He would definitely like to know all the musical genres, especially the most lively ones, but at the same time with a pleasant rhythm, trying to imitate modern dances, laughing at his own clumsiness and certain dance steps that made him laugh.

It would be enriching for both of you to have met him. Finny enjoyed your company and everything he managed to learn at your side, but in addition to that he also liked to teach you about his own time by telling you first-hand details and even making you see certain things from a new perspective. Being with him was undoubtedly a breath of fresh air and both of you could have a new look at the world.

Snake

He would be mostly confused by your unusual way of speaking, puzzled by words you used to say at random and not have a specific meaning, it would be difficult for him to understand. Unlike what one would think, even though Snake is a very shy boy, he would not feel ashamed to see you in a different type of clothing or in lesser cloths, since having been in the circus before he lived with people with little clothing or more "revealing" clothing, so although it would still be somewhat surprising and embarrassing for Snake, it would not be on a large scale.

Seeing a phone, something that did not yet exist back then, would make him feel particularly intimidated and think that it is something dangerous, staying cautious while you show him the device. He would be surprised when you showed him videos and people or anything in general moving inside that small device, even his snakes could be attracted and watch while they communicate through Snake asking questions about the device.

What he might like the most would be snake documentaries and anything about snake care. When you used to lend him your phone you would probably find him in the mansion's greenhouse surrounded by his snakes while his eyes were glued to the screen as he watches videos on snake care as well as precautions for when they shed their skin, their habitat, best food, even on wikipedia looking up different things to take care of himself and his friends.

Telling Snake about your knowledge and things that would happen in the future would make him feel intrigued and at the same time fearful thinking about what thing could cause something else to happen and prevent it from happening even if it was inevitable anyway. Also, he would like to know more about how people have evolved, if they were kinder to others, if there wasn't as much fuss when they saw someone different, if they accepted certain things more easily.

Seeing you want to teach him music with those big sound devices that you called 'headphones' would make him feel a little self-conscious, but finally when the music plays his surprise can be seen in him as he feels something he had not experienced before. He would have preferences with some genres more than others, the ones he might like the most would be ambient music, classical music and jazz.

He could get used to your presence in the long run. You seemed to be one of the few people he enjoyed the company of, and he learned more things with you by his side. He wouldn't deny spending a nice afternoon with you while you tell him how much everything had changed over the years and Snake would gladly listen to you.

Gregory Violet

First of all, why was there a girl at Weston College if it wasn’t for some special event? Secondly, he would be very intrigued, so he would take you out of public view if he had the chance so you wouldn’t cause any fuss at the time. Although he might initially keep his distance between you due to being generally reserved, his curiosity would make him approach you little by little.

Despite your unusual attire, Gregory would remain just as reserved, not judging anything about you as he silently analyzes you. He probably wouldn’t care much about how you look or what you wear, perhaps he would at first glance, but then he would remain discreet. He would be interested in the unusual and aesthetically different, wanting to capture the essence of your appearance in his drawings. You would be a source of artistic inspiration and he would want to draw you, but being so reserved he wouldn’t ask you to, at least until he gets to know you more deeply.

Seeing a phone for the first time would certainly leave him in awe. The ability to see color photos and color videos and even be able to take them yourself would leave him speechless. He would be more attracted if you showed him art-related photos with lots of colors and different things like that. Speaking of art, he would definitely be fascinated with the amount of things he could learn on different internet sites about artists’ paintings, drawing ideas, biographies and even reading any pdf book and using apps to draw and create without using pencils or hands would be extremely intriguing to Gregory.

Watching stories told through moving images and sound would be another completely new experience. He might be especially interested in movies, series or documentaries that deal with artistic and historical topics. He would be very intrigued and have many questions about how the device works and how you can see anything through it, be it movies, books, letters, numbers, photographs. How a movie could be created and what kinds of devices would be required to film and make the special effects.

If you had been there long enough for Gregory to become more comfortable, he could draw you, maybe he would ask you or, more likely, he would draw you without you noticing or telling you. He would like to capture your “futuristic essence” and keep those drawings to remember you if the time came when you had to leave. He would also make separate drawings of the electrical devices you had told him or shown him, wanting to remember them too.

It would be a unique experience for him and his memory to have met you and learn about all the new advances of the future generations. The fact that you seemed to have a more open mind and no need to judge would have made him enjoy your company more during the time you shared, after all you had not labeled him as weird or different like most people in his time and he appreciated that.

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[velouriaris]

Summary: Just tentacle sex

The bed creaked softly beneath you—silken sheets tangled under your hips, your thighs trembling, your breath catching in sweet little gasps that barely echoed over the sound of wet suction and sliding flesh. You couldn’t see him. But you could feel him—them.

The tentacles.

Slick, strong, and impossibly everywhere. They wrapped around your ankles, your wrists, your waist—lifting your small frame slightly from the bed like a fragile offering. Another pair of slick coils forced your legs open wider, exposing your soaked heat to the cooler air. The stretch made your back arch involuntarily. You were helpless, splayed, moaning.

And then—another wet tentacle slid into your mouth.

Your eyes rolled back. It was too thick, too warm, too deep. Your throat struggled as the firm appendage pushed in slowly but deliberately, inch by inch, until tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Saliva spilled down your chin, your muffled whimpers lost around the sheer girth stretching your jaw.

And from across the room… he watched.

Sebastian.

Arms crossed. A single brow arched in amusement. Crimson eyes half-lidded with something between disdain and delight.

He looked… entertained.

“My my... such sweet little sounds,” he murmured silkily, his voice low and perfectly composed. “All from a few mere shadows. You’re trembling already, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

You whimpered around the tentacle in your throat, fingers curling in the sheets.

Another tentacle coiled tightly around your waist and slammed into your core.

You screamed around the gag, your whole body convulsing from the sudden fullness. It wasn't gentle. It was rough, stretching you beyond human limits—but your body welcomed it. Traitorously. Obscenely.

Sebastian tilted his head, his smile widening slightly.

“Look at you… How indecent. Crying and drooling while my true form takes you apart. And to think… you asked for this.”

The tentacle in your mouth twitched, pumping slowly now—sliding in and out, dripping with your saliva. The one inside you began to pulse, thicker than before, curved to hit exactly where you were weakest. Another slid up between your breasts, circling your neck—tight enough to control, loose enough to tease.

Your eyes fluttered, cheeks wet, thighs shaking from overstimulation.

“You’re quite the lewd little thing, aren’t you?” he cooed. “I wonder... when you begged me to use them on you, did you imagine it would feel like this?”

You nodded.

Shamelessly.

Desperately.

The tentacle between your legs began to thrust harder, faster, merciless now—stretching, dragging slick wetness with every motion. You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Every nerve screamed, every inch of your skin was burning from the sensation.

Another tentacle slid down your back and pressed against your rear entrance, teasing.

Sebastian chuckled, a soft, dark sound that made your stomach twist with hunger.

“Oh? Do you want more, my lady? What a greedy little thing.”

You moaned a choked “yes” around the gag.

He stepped forward.

Not far—just enough for you to see the gleam of his polished shoes.

Your eyes met his as he stood at the foot of the bed.

“What a foolish little girl you are... letting a demon do such filthy things to you.”

He slowly removed one glove.

The soft sound of leather slipping from skin made your walls clench instinctively.

Sebastian raised a bare hand and extended a single finger… and for the first time since the scene began—

He touched you.

Right between your thighs, just above where the tentacle was pistoning inside you. Just a single, elegant stroke over your soaked clit.

You screamed. Loud. Even through the tentacle in your throat.

Sebastian smiled.

“So sensitive… it’s almost pitiful.”

His finger circled gently, cruelly, coaxing you closer to the edge while the tentacles did their brutal work deep inside. You couldn’t stop shaking. Couldn’t stop begging with your eyes.

He leaned in just slightly.

“You'd better prepare yourself, my lady. It's going to be a very long night,” he whispered.

Taglist: @ohperiodtpoohhh @ladyhelona @charaastraeawilliams1 @neko-michaelis

[bigassmoth]

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

[torikuri]

Please bless us with a cute scenario with Sebastian Michaelis... 🙏🙏🙏👩‍🦳🤩 Our cute, anxious maid takes care of Sebastian after he's injured by Undertaker's scythe at Book of Atlantic. She constantly changes his bandages. Moreover, she baked some cake for Sebastian, even though he doesn't need human food. She fed him spoon by spoon, and after finishing the cake, she put the plate on the table, looked at Sebastian with a shy expression and blushed face, and kissed his cheek.

Thanks in advance ☺️

going through requests one by one like i’m a snail.. your request just reminded me that i should rewatch boa again..

a/n: teeth-rotting fluff, atleast some. seb being smug to reader.

the wounded demon - sebastian michaelis x reader

it should be known that demons are quite capable of healing themselves.

their abilities to heal themselves would be a bit jarring to the usual human, like yourself. sebastian knows that.

and while he’d usually heal himself without a hitch, his abilities aren’t up to the task right now, be it the not-so-slight pain flaring up against his sides.

or maybe it’s the human changing his bandages at every turn, fretting over him like a mother swan would over her young. the difference is that sebastian is a dangerous demon, and you but a simple human.

and yet you feel the need to feed your co-worker another piece of the cake. a cake that’s sebastian’s sure was made for the young master, not for the demon butler — but he isin’t given enough chances to complain.

”really, my dear — i am fine,” he insists between bites, refraining from spitting out the sugary treat, ”you should be working.”

and yet you resist; saying that you’ll take care of him since he always takes care of everyone at the manor.

let it also be known that you also don’t listen to him about not needing any human food — shoving some adequate food into his mouth like he is a mere newborn.

and by food, he means the cake. overly sweet — he’s sure someone’s teeth would rot out were they to try this.

and yet, he thinks, his cheeks are flushed and pupils dilated ever so slightly when he looks at you fussing over him. maybe you’re not so useless after all.

that thought heightens slightly when you peck his cheek — before running out of the room like a skittish mouse.

you really don’t know when to quit, do you?