#SebastianMichaelis

[maybevafer]

stained glass window with Professor Michaelis

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒚 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟏

(𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

⚠️MDNI. 18+ ADULTS ONLY⚠️

🎀Age in bio or blocked🎀

Rating: Mature

Category: F/M

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler

Relationship: Sebastian Michaelis/CielsCousin!Reader

Characters: Sebastian Michaelis; Reader

Summary: You visit your dear cousins manor in the countryside to get a well deserved break from the humdrum exhaustion of the city after an illness. What you do not expect from your quaint retreat is the start of an exhilarating illicit affair with the butler. But taboos mean nothing when lust love transcends human norm.

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

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

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 1: 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔅𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔯; ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤

“My lady,” you hear a soft voice calling you, “My lady, you must wake up, it is morning.” You open your eyes. The sheets around you are soft, freshly laundered. Your head sinks into the large white pillow, and you take a deep breath that turns into a yawn and turn over to go back to a more comfortable position. But the voice rings out again. “Now, that won’t do at all...” You twist your neck toward the direction of the voice. The sound in meats your ears like the gentle beat of a raven’s wing. Shielding your eyes because of the bright sunlight streaming in through the windows, you squinted to see a dark black figure stood before the opened curtains around your bed.

Sebastian Michaelis; the imposing shadowy butler of your cousin, Ciel Phantomhive who’s estate you were staying at while you visited the countryside after your illness. This man’s efficiency left you in awe. Managing an entire household with three other servants, an old butler, and a young master who was still very much a child. His roles extended far beyond that of an ordinary butler, to that of baker, chef, driver and even a pseudo parent. Additionally, with his smooth, silky, jet-black hair and contrasting pale skin he looked rather like a vampire – one from the cheap romance novellas you would pick up from the bookstore to keep yourself entertained. You definitely wouldn’t mind him sinking his teeth into your neck. You had been inappropriately lusting after the man ever since he greeted you into the Phantomhive manor. He was gentle and helpful, and you had found yourself yearning for the feel of his hands upon your skin. Sebastian seemed to sense your longing and took it upon himself to torment you with his sly touches at every opportune moment. He took your hand to help you down stairs, tied your shoelace if he thought it wasn’t done up well enough kneeling in front of you, he even lifted you and took you to bed one night when you were feeling especially tired from the day’s activities. You had been mortified to have been treated in such a manner but when he had leaned down and kissed your ear whispering a soft goodnight you exploded on the inside. Ever since then, you had been thinking the lewdest thoughts about the man- who would often catch you staring at his back and would wink at you and laugh when you turned red. And often your fingers would slip between your thighs, to rub over your mound below in an attempt to quell the aching need.

“Your maid seems to have caught a slight cold my lady.” Sebastian speaks drawing you back to the present. He smiles. “I hope you don’t mind me standing in for her this morning. I wouldn’t want you to exert yourself so soon after having recovered from one illness.” His eyes crinkle and he tilts his head while his smile grows wider.

For a moment, you stare at him and then understand the implications of his words. Still not fully awake you muster up the energy to ask, “But, who is to help me with my dressing?”

“I’m pretty sure you will find me capable enough, my lady.” He says, still smiling. You sit up quickly. Heart pounding in your chest.

“Sebastian!” you expel in admonishment “Surely that would not be proper!”

Sebastian prowls over to the the edge of the bed and leaning down, says, “Would it be as improper as this my lady?” He plants those smooth pale lips onto yours. They burn hot against your cool pink ones. You feel his hand caressing your cheek. Your heart beats hard in your chest and you sit rigidly unable to process what is happening around you. Is Sebastian really kissing you? Are his lips truly on yours? 

But before you can fully digest what happened, he moves away. “Are you awake now my lady?” he asks. You touch your lips feeling incomplete without his warmth and nod. “Good.” He says. “I want you to be awake for this.” He smoothly takes off his black coat and lays it down on a chair, then his vest, then as he unbuttons his shirt he climbs onto the bed. “Impropriety has been a recurring thought in your mind, has it not my lady?” he says to you. He kneels down in front of you. You feel your heart beat – loud enough for the whole mansion to hear.

“Wh– whatever do you mean, Sebastian?” You feign ignorance, trying to ignore the loud pounding of your heart.

“Don’t be coy my lady.” He smirks, his body almost enveloping you on the bed and playing with the string on the neck of your nightgown. He pulls it – untying the bow that your maid had made the night before. So smooth. His movements flow like a stream of water. Almost inhuman. You look into his eyes knowing that however improper it may be, you wanted the man. You wanted him in the basest way that a human may want a human. He cups your cheek in his hand and you can’t help yourself, you move forward to feel his burning lips against your own once again. He runs his fingers through your soft hair and wraps his arm around your torso pulling you closer. You pull off his already unbuttoned shirt. The heat of his body penetrating your thin nightgown. He presses his body against yours, kissing you, a hunger in his movements like no other you knew. His fingers reach your breast and he kneads it roughly. His tongue seeks entrance at your mouth. You open up readily, moaning softly at his touch. He tastes spicy yet at the same time sweet; it reminds you of chocolate a rare taste for such a rare man. Wanton moans drip from your throat and you just want more and more. Your head feels heavy—intoxicated. 

You close your eyes and pull him closer. He’s lean, yet you can feel hard muscle under the skin. Sebastian holds the bottom of your nightgown and looks at you with heavy lidded eyes.  “Are you sure about this my lady?” For a moment you think you see them flash a dangerous red but shake it off seeing them their regular brown.

You close your eyes and nod, biting your lower lip. It is what you want. Damn all the restrictions of society. Damn it all. It was your body and here was a man who made it writhe and respond on its own accord – without your control. You wanted him to feel you, touch you, make love to you. And you knew, he would appreciate you to the fullest – you would bloom like a flower beneath his touch.

A/N: This was originally posted on AO3 back in 2017. Since then much time has passed and i wasn't feeling the motivation to continue this series, but now with this resurgence of Kuro I would like to take this series up again. I am posting it here now, with changes made and small edits. Just to make it a better read while still keeping my original story intact. I hope you've enjoyed. As always, Likes and Reblogs are much appreciated and Comments will earn you kisses.

Masterlist

[mizuchiwolf]

"How sad it would be, should laughter disappear."

[bitter-rabittt]

I just know there's more then one reason then ciel freaking out here. yes he is "straight" and he also could have been nervous bc he didn't want to embarrassed himself, but no one would give that extreme of a response to someone, I think there's something gayer happening here...

[marfo-xyz]

[namisiaa]

Mkay... So I saw this:

and Sebastian looks there... so much not like Sebastian it makes me feel sad. Why Twisted Wonderland can get the greate Toboso style characters and - what's more important - facial expressions and we get this?

I kinda feel like Toboso isn't drawing Kuroshitsuji anymore. What I meam by this: she makes a plot and a sketches but she doesn't do the inking part. At least that's how I feel about the current style of Kuroshitsuji. It's not a fact, just my assumptions. Let me know how you feel about this.

[aifanfictions]

do a story about (y/n), a human who is offered a job as a maid at the Phantomhive estate and Sebastian Michaelis (from Black Butler) becomes her mentor, teaching her how to be a good maid. He slowly starts falling in love with her and when the Phantomhive have a costume Ball at their estate, Sebastian requests a dance from (y/n). So Sebastian and (y/n) dance the night away.

Dance the night away

(Y/N) had never imagined that her life would take such a turn. As a simple human, she had often marveled at tales of the supernatural, but she never thought she'd become a part of one. That changed when she received an unexpected job offer to become a maid at the Phantomhive estate.

With a mix of excitement and trepidation, (Y/N) arrived at the sprawling and ominous mansion. It was a place shrouded in mystery, where dark secrets and enigmatic figures dwelled. Among them was Sebastian Michaelis, the enigmatic butler known for his exceptional skills and the air of mystery that surrounded him.

Sebastian greeted (Y/N) with a polite but detached demeanor, his crimson eyes betraying little emotion. As her mentor, he was tasked with teaching her the art of being a proper maid. (Y/N) found herself both intimidated and intrigued by him.

Under Sebastian's guidance, (Y/N) embarked on a rigorous training regimen. She learned the intricacies of cleaning, cooking, and serving with grace and precision. Sebastian was a demanding teacher, but he also possessed an uncanny ability to bring out the best in her.

As the days turned into weeks, (Y/N) and Sebastian spent countless hours together. They polished silverware side by side, prepared elaborate meals, and attended to the needs of their demanding master, Ciel Phantomhive. In those moments, (Y/N) began to notice a subtle change in Sebastian's demeanor.

He would steal glances at her when he thought she wasn't looking, and his stoic facade occasionally cracked with a faint smile. (Y/N) couldn't help but be curious about the enigmatic butler. What lay beneath that composed exterior?

One evening, as they were in the garden tending to the roses, Sebastian spoke to (Y/N) in a hushed tone. "You're making excellent progress, (Y/N)," he said, his voice velvety smooth. "You have a natural talent for this."

(Y/N) blushed at the compliment, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Thank you, Sebastian. Your guidance has been invaluable."

Sebastian's eyes met hers, and for a moment, they seemed to shimmer with an emotion she couldn't quite place. "You are most welcome," he replied softly.

As time passed, (Y/N) couldn't deny the growing attraction she felt toward Sebastian. His grace, his charm, and the air of mystery that surrounded him were alluring. But she also knew the boundaries that separated them – he was a demon, and she was a mere human.

One fateful night, the Phantomhive estate was abuzz with preparations for a grand costume ball. The mansion was adorned with elaborate decorations, and guests from all corners of London arrived in their finest attire. (Y/N) watched the festivities from the shadows, her heart heavy with the knowledge that she would never truly belong.

Then, amidst the sea of masks and gowns, Sebastian appeared before her. He was dressed in a tailored suit with a mask that concealed his identity. His eyes, however, were unmistakable, their crimson hue cutting through the masquerade.

"May I have this dance, (Y/N)?" he asked, his gloved hand extended.

Her heart skipped a beat as she placed her hand in his. "Of course, Sebastian."

They glided onto the dance floor, their movements fluid and graceful. The music enveloped them as they waltzed through the night, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. (Y/N) felt as if she were in a dream, swept away by the enchantment of the moment.

As they danced, Sebastian's gaze never left her. He held her close, his touch gentle but possessive. (Y/N) could feel the intensity of his emotions, the longing that lay hidden beneath his composed exterior.

"Sebastian," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the music.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yes, (Y/N)?"

"I…" she began, her heart pounding in her chest. "I feel something for you, something I can't ignore."

Sebastian's eyes bore into hers, and in that moment, the facade of the unfeeling butler crumbled. "And I, (Y/N), have felt it too," he admitted, his voice filled with raw emotion.

Their dance continued, but it was no longer a mere waltz. It was a declaration of feelings that had been kept hidden for too long. As the night wore on, (Y/N) and Sebastian allowed themselves to be carried away by the music and the intensity of their newfound love.

In the heart of the Phantomhive estate, amidst the masks and the mysteries, (Y/N) and Sebastian shared a dance that transcended the boundaries of their existence. It was a dance of love and longing, of two souls drawn together by fate and bound by an unbreakable connection.

And as the night gave way to dawn, they knew that their love would endure, a forbidden romance that defied the very nature of their world.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

[bitterbutlr]

Based on a convo with @nullbutler

[alexisyoko]

Black Butler memes 1 : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PtIdIr3aTO4

Black Butler memes 2 : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KxFT9ONlyFM

[braveclementine]

October 6: Whips and Chains (Sebastian Michaelis, Claude Faustus) ❤️

Warnings: Whips, Chains, degrading, praise, biting, pet name, sir kink, teasing, blood kink, slight sex pollen

Copyright: I do not own Sebastian Michaelis, Claude Faustus, or any other Black Butler characters. I also do not condone any copying of this.

You watched the man in front of you warily, your hands above your head, cuffed in chains. He held a whip in his hand, which was not the one that you were used to. 

As a servant girl, you were used to being cruelly whipped by your master, whom you were owned by. Every mistake you made was paid by a few lashes and some spilt blood. Your master loved using it on you, loved hearing your sounds of pain. 

But recently, he had hired two new hands, both male, and both rather handsome. It seemed that now, he had put Sebastian in charge of your punishment. 

But the whip in Sebastian's' hands was thinner and seemed to be missing the barbed tip that the other, thicker one had. 

He had not hit you yet, had not laid a hand upon you. He was surveying you with pretty amber eyes, his long black hair hanging in front of his face. He was no longer wearing his butler uniform, but rather a black buttoned up shirt that he'd rolled up to his elbows, along with black slacks. 

"Strange choice of punishment kitten." Sebastian finally spoke, prowling around you like he was eyeing you for a meal. You knew you were trembling and he was savoring that. 

Was this another part of your punishment? The waiting. The anticipation. Unknowing when he was going to strike. Wondering how hard it was going to hit. 

Sebastian came closer and he reached out, running his fingers across your bare stomach. You hated being so exposed like this, but it was different somehow. Master always looked at you like a piece of meat, like one of the whores he would hire down in darkest corners of London. But Sebastian. . . he looked at you like a prize and you felt something pleasing in your chest. 

"Do you think you deserved to be punished?" He drew out the syllables on the last word, hissing the word into your ear. Something seemed to flutter in your chest. 

"Yes sir." You whispered. Did he think you were stupid? Did he think you would beg him not to punish you? You weren't stupid. You would deal with your punishment and get back to your job and try to be perfect. 

"Really?" He asked, walking around you again. "And what did you do to deserve this whipping?" 

He was playing games with you and it made you tingly. 

"Master said-" 

You gasped slightly as he grabbed your cheek. His hand was cool, yet somewhat soft. "What did you do?" He asked again. 

It had been stupid, really. Master had asked you to go and get the red wine. Vintage from 1578. You'd gone down, making sure to grab exactly what he had asked for. Except when you came up, he said it was the wrong brand and made a fool of you in front of his guests, pouring the perfectly good wine on top of your head so that the liquid poured down your body. 

Your clothes, which were also thin and revealing to begin with, became even more so, the entire room laughing as he threw the bottle at your feet, telling you to go and get the right one. 

Claude- the other butler that had been hired four months before Sebastian- was already in the wine cellar, handing you the bottle with a serious look on his face. After that, Master had ordered you into the room and now, you were here. 

You reiterated that quickly and quietly to Sebastian, wondering why he didn't just get on with the punishment. 

"Well that hardly sounds fair." Sebastian said, a thoughtful look on his face now. Before you knew what was happening, your wrists were free and you had fallen to your knees, catching yourself on your hands. You looked up at him in shock. 

He knelt down, the butt of his whip under your chin, tilting your head up. "Mark my words kitten. This tool in my hands gives great pleasure. . . when you ask. Only when you beg, will I use this on you." 

He stood up, your chin dropping, and he stalked from the room. 

Claude slid from the shadows, holding a new dress in his arms for you. You scrambled to your feet, shaking. You looked at Claude. "He- he didn't punish- Master will-" 

"-Not know." Claude said firmly, holding the dress out. "Now come to your senses. There is still work to be done." 

🍷

Sebastian seemed to be making an effort to get you riled up throughout the rest of the week. Suggestive comments, teasing touches that were disguised as innocent helping hands, and worst (or best?) of all that nickname- kitten. 

You were aching hollowly for something from him, though you never said so. Even as you dripped for him, you kept an air of someone who wanted nothing to do with him, even going as far as to ignore him, whereas before you had been courteously polite. 

Claude seemed to be a silent supporter, a buffer for you when Sebastian became to much. Part of you appreciated it, knowing someone was there to keep things from escalating. Other times, you wished he hadn't, so that Sebastian could fuck you against the wall. 

You were at the end of your tether, sure that one of these days, he was going to make you snap and you'd screw up something important for Master. 

At the moment, you were in the study room with Master, waiting on him hand and foot. He was making notes on the piece of parchment in front of him while you waited in the corner of the room, standing perfectly still. 

"Kitten." 

You yelped, spinning, but there was no one behind you, though you felt a chill as though the wind had been blowing in the room. 

"Y/N!" Master snapped and you spun around again to face him, pale faced. 

"Sorry Master. I- I thought someone was behind me." You stuttered, resuming your still position, heart beating in your chest. 

There was no way for Sebastian to have been behind you. He hadn't entered the room- or exited it- nor had he come in any other way. Not to mention, your back was pretty much to the oak wall. In fact, you put your back against it now to reassure yourself that there was nothing there. 

After Master dismissed you, you hurried away to the kitchen to find something to eat, but slowed as you saw that the door to your punishment room was open, revealing nothing besides the red carpet that went over the stone floor, the rest hidden in darkness as no lights were on in there. 

The door was always closed, so for it to be open was plain suspicious. You hurried over to close it, before hesitating, flicking the light on and stepping inside. Looking around, nothing was out of place and there wasn't a soul in sight. 

You turned and screamed, Sebastian standing in front of you though you hadn't felt him behind you, nor heard him approach. 

Your back hit the wall, his hand clamped over your mouth, stifling the scream. Your heart thudded heavily in your chest as he smirked down at you. Your scream ran out and you struggled under him, while he back off slowly, though not giving you much space. 

"What a curious room to find you in kitten." He purred, running his tongue along the bottom of his lip. 

"Please." You begged, closing your eyes just in case he was going to reject you. You did not normally give in to such men but you had been wound up to much. You needed something or you were going to explode. 

"Oh kitten, I've been waiting so long for you to beg." Sebastian murmured, his lips suddenly touching your collarbone. You opened her eyes to watch him run his tongue up your throat. You whimpered, flinching a little as he bit into your skin, before sucking it into a possessive hickey. 

"What's going on?" You jumped as Claude's voice cut through the room. His tone had an edge of disapproval in it, his eyes taking in your cornered form. 

"Well my little plaything has asked so nicely to be whipped. Perhaps you would like to join in." Sebastian smirked. 

You let out a little gasp as there were suddenly chains in his hands and his body was positioned an inch further away from you. But that wasn't possible. How had he moved so fast? 

Claude closed the door while Sebastian locked the chains around your wrists, stringing your arms up towards the ceiling. Claude walked over and as Sebastian moved back over to the cupboard, he cupped your jaw. 

"Are you sure you want this?" His thumb ran across your cheek, before he ran his pointer finger against your lips. Your lips parted, your tongue flicking out to lick his fingers. He smirked just the slightest and murmured, "Verbal answer Kit." 

"Yes sir." You murmured.

"I already told you she wanted it." Sebastian said in the slightest of annoyed voices. You jumped, arms jerking against the cold metal. Claude placed his hands on your hips, steadying you and gave Sebastian an equally annoyed look. 

"You haven't even informed her on what you are. You should give her the courtesy of that before you scare her." 

Sebastian's eyes seemed to turn red as he looked at you and smirked. "We're demons kitten." 

You were trembling, suddenly wondering if this was a good idea. But then you thought of how he'd been working you up all week. 

"I don't care." You whispered. 

Sebastian smirked, moving forwards, ripping your maid uniform from your body. You let out a squeak, legs clapping together on instinct to cover yourself. Sebastian made a tsking sound, kneeling before you, attaching chains to your ankles, before connecting the ends to the walls, spreading your legs a little more than shoulder width apart. They were loose though, giving you some moving room. 

"Would you like to do the honors first?" Sebastian asked, holding the whip you'd seen last week, out to Claude. 

Claude silently took the whip, but did nothing yet. Instead, he walked around you, his hand running across your skin. You couldn't watch him, so you watched Sebastian instead. He was standing a few paces away from you, his thumb against his lips. His eyes were scanning you and when he met your eyes, his lips pursed into a dark grin. 

"Relax." Claude murmured against your shoulder. He stepped back and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes. You heard the whoosh before you felt it and you waited, expecting the pain. But when it hit, it was different than you were expecting. 

There was still pain, of course there was, you had just been hit. Yet, there was some sort of pleasure that came with it. A powerful clench of arousal hit you in the lower region. These feelings intensified as Claude continued to whip you. The sting was never overbearing, not like when master whipped you. Instead, it seemed to burn you, leaving hot trails across your skin. 

Sebastian finally walked forwards, standing in front of you. His lips traveled across your skin again, while his fingers found their way to your folds. You let out a mixed sound of a sigh and a moan as he slid two fingers into your cunt. 

"I told you it would feel good." Sebastian smirked against your skin before getting to his knees again. 

Claude whipped you again at the same time Sebastian stuck his face between your legs, his tongue intruding your cunt with his fingers. You let out a gasp, pussy clenching again. Claude ran a hand across your shoulder blades, gently soothing the spots he'd whipped. 

Claude whipped you across the cheeks, which made you jump forwards, pushing your cunt more against Sebastian's face. The movement didn't even jolt him. He simply gripped your thighs, his tongue and fingers moving even faster. 

Claude moved in front of you now, flicking the black whip at the edges of your breasts. You let out a tiny shriek as the tip of the whip caught your nipple. Your eyes watered and your cunt clenched once more before you were cumming on Sebastian's tongue. 

Sebastian sucked on your clit, tongue lapping up your sweet juices. He'd been slipping nectar powder into all of your drinks for the past two months in hopes that he would be able to get this chance. Now, it was paying off. 

Sebastian stood, keeping eye contact with you as he wiped the corner of his lip, before sucking on his thumb. You whimpered, unable to look away. 

He took the whip from Claude, immediately whipping you across the stomach. Like with Claude's, there was a mix of pain and pleasure. Sebastian was using a lot more of the actual whip than the tip of it, like Claude had. There was a difference with Sebastian's like they felt. . . heavier? Different pleasures, but neither of them unpleasant. 

Sebastian slowly moved behind your body and Claude moved in front of you. 

"Sir, will you please fuck me?" You asked softly, looking into Claude's amber eyes, body lurching forwards again as Sebastian flicked the leather against the back of your legs. 

"Well since you asked so nicely." Claude murmured, slowly removing his vest, unbuttoning his white shirt. You were nearly salivating as he removed his shirt, seeing the glorious body underneath. It was fit and slim and once he had pulled his cock out from his slacks, you thought perhaps they weren't demons at all- but gods. 

He stroked himself a couple of times, before he pushed up into you, matching the flick of the whip across your cheeks again. You let out another cry, tears gathering in your eyes once more. Claude pressed the lightest of kisses against your lips, before moving his lips across your skin like Sebastian had. 

He bit into your skin as Sebastian started to whip you faster, matching the speed of Claude's thrusts. You whimpered, biting into your bottom lip. Then his tongue licked over the bite slowly, thrusting particularly hard into you. 

"You're doing so good kitten." Sebastian's voice whispered across the back of your neck, while his hand cupped your chin, tilting your head back so that he could bite into your bottom lip, sucking on it. 

You whined, feeling strangely like jelly between the two of them. Your legs were shaking, the only thing really keeping your from collapsing being the chains holding you up. Then Sebastian whipped you again, Claude hit a sweet spot inside of you, and your knees gave out completely. Claude's arms wrapped around you, holding you up so you didn't hurt your wrists. 

Sebastian unchained you and Claude pulled you into his arms as you sighed in relief, both of your releases still dripping down your thigh. 

"Good girl." Claude murmured softly, gathering you up completely in his arms. He addressed Sebastian, "I'll take her down to our quarters. You should deal with the master." 

Sebastian nodded seriously, before smirking and leaning close to your ear, "You're ours kitten. Forever." 

You shivered a little in Claude's arms, before snuggling more into him. It was cold in the room and he had warmth. The rocking motion of Claude walking slowly put you to sleep, but not before you heard him whisper, "Forever."

[maybevafer]

Redraw of manga panel

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Shark Week with Sebastian | MDNI 18+ only | Period sex, blood ofc, gentle Sebastian, ambiguous era, smut, obviously, could be gross use your fucking discretion | I'm PMSing. Cramps are fucking awful stope.

Of course Sebastian knows. He keeps track of it better than even you. Sometimes even reminding you of its approach.

(Victorian era!)Sebastian has knowledge from all parts of the world so while other ladies bleed freely, feeling uncomfortable and having to repeatedly change clothing, you are offered a makeshift pad, with special cloths torn and arranged by the demon himself. (Modern!) Sebastian knows what pads, tampons, and menstrual cups are too he buys and stocks them for you. Making sure you have plenty for when you need.

Sebastian also makes sure you have hot honeyed tea to help soothe your cramps and sweet treats to go with it as well. Cakes, biscuits, chocolates.

And when all else fails, Sebastian knows a little massage will help you better than anything else anyway.

He starts at your feet. Carefully pulling and prodding at each toe and your skin. The ache that settled in your muscles immediately scream relief as his supple fingers glide across atop the expanse of your body. You can feel him- edging dangerously closer- closer- closer to your core.

You can't help wiggle. Despite having had this happen before it feels awkward for you to having him touch you while you're bleeding.

Sebastian moves further up, loosening the tight knots in your waist and back. His long fingers expertly knowing just where to rest, where to press down, where to be hard and where to be gentle. You're mere putty in his hands, shaped into a creature of desire.

You can feel your core grow warm. Heat blossoming in your abdomen as Sebastian bends down to lay a chaste kiss to your shoulder. "My lady, it seems you are in more pain than I initially thought... Perhaps a more personal massage will help better."

You giggle. A personalised massage...was that what it was called?

You see him out of the corner of your eye pull his glove off with his teeth – a sight you aren't still accustomed to. His blackened nails glint in the dim light, cold and unforgiving; desperate to taste the warmth you have to offer.

He flips you onto your back with as much ease as if he were lifting a kitten and while keeping his eyes on you, pushes his fingers into your bloody cunt. There's next to no barriers, and the feeling instantly shoots up right to your navel, sending signals to your brain that are too many and too quick for you to comprehend.

His thumb finds your nub, and he circles it, round and round, barely touching the button while pumping two long fingers in and out your hole. The blood drips down your ass and onto the bed where Sebastian had strategically placed a thick towel for you.

"Seb-" you breathe a sigh of relief feeling the fingers prod at your gummy walls. "Sebastian, don't stop. It f-feels so good.

"I wouldn't dream of it, my Lady."

His lips press against your skin, sinking into the plush fat of your tender breasts. Your senses are heightened making it difficult for you to reign in the cries that escape between your teeth, but it only seems to spur him on as he picks up pace.

When his lips latch around the hard pebble of your nipple, you gush warm wetness below. A dribble that amplifies the obscene squelches. But the demon remains unfazed.

His mouth suckes on your breast in a slow deliberate repetition, breathing life into your orgasm. A rhapsody of pleasure that builds in you, spiralling upward as his fingers curl inside and his thumb teases your clit over, and over till you feel yourself peaking. White hot and shuddering, you come, spilling blood and your release over the hand at your entrance.

Sebastian releases your nipple with a pop and looks down at you with flashing red eyes; your chest rising and falling with each deep breath. A part of you suddenly disappointed with how short it was.

"Is my Lady satisfied?"

"Y-yes."

"Liar."

Your cheeks reddened. Of course he would find you out. Yet the tall figure swooped in and captured your lips in his. You heard the soft sound of fabric moving and felt him push into you gently. His lips dropped from your mouth, to your jaw, your neck, fingers finding purchase in the formerly neglected nipple.

"Let's fix that shall we?"

I think I'll write for Agni next. Man had BDE and I need him. Why are the white haired men always so pretty to me ughhhh

[mizuchiwolf]

"No need to thank me."

[bitter-rabittt]

that last panel, the way sebastian is looking into his mouth.. damn I wish someone would look at me like that..

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I can't believe it... I 'm reading this part now for the first time, and I'm shocked even though I already had the spoiler of this thing 😱����

HUGE SPOILER OF THE MANGA "BLACK BUTLER" "KUROSHITSUJI" BY YANA TOBOSO

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I can't believe it... I can't believe it...

I continued to read, and I discovered that Undertaker awakened the dead body of Ciel's twin (the true Ciel), creating a kind of thinking, clever zombie. He's a m0nster, how could he do such a h0rrible thing?! It's disgusting and cruel

Ps. Yana Toboso is a GREAT mangaka. I love this manga

[namisiaa]

Sebastian

Manga coloring by Nami Origial art: Toboso Yana, Kuroshitsucji Chapter 202

Hah! I made it! First coloring in 2024 is ready! And I want to make meny more this year, so cross your fingers for me! I list all my brushes from SAI 2 and wasn't using my tablet for about a year or so so this isn't the best work ever but I'm actually vry proud about it concidering this and my health condition. Now I'm looking for another nice frame to color and maybe not Sebastian this time. But he's my fave and I thought it would be good for me to start with him :D

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