Ciel ordered Sebastian to dress up as an angel, so he decided he'd be one hell of an angel.
Ciel ordered Sebastian to dress up as an angel, so he decided he'd be one hell of an angel.
Zombie Maid Sebastian
Halloween is approaching! So I commissioned @babbittybabbittart to draw a zombie Seb 𓆩♡𓆪
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Pairing: Yandere! Sebastian Michaelis x Vampire! Reader
Request by anon: I loved your vampire reader headcanons! Can i have a scenario based on it with a yandere seb? Thanks!
"Are you hungry?" his terrifyingly smooth voice echoed in the room.
"Such lies you spew, darling." the demon chuckled, stepping closer to you in an attempt to hunger you even more for his blood. He was a sly one, he knew that you wouldn't be able to resist the scent of his delicious blood any longer— especially not when you were starving so badly.
"Here, drink up."
His ungloved hand was right in front of your face, his soft, pale skin begging to be dug into. You could easily smell the sweetly intoxicating blood he carried, trying not to salivate right there by how flavourful it would taste.
Pull yourself together.
The warning rang into your head, snapping you out of your hunger-filled thoughts. Shaking your head, you pull back from his hand. "No."
Sebastian was a clever demon, letting you starve for days and not providing you with any sort of supplies, only to have you attack him and feast on his blood. He resented the very thought of bringing you the blood of someone else when he could clearly satisfy your tastes. But you weren't going to fall victim to his ways today.
Sighing in defeat, Sebastian stood up and spoke in a disappointed tone, "You're quite persistent for a starving creature."
But he would have to change that, of course. Kneeling down before you once again, he holds your chin firmly in his grip, lifting up your face so that your eyes meet his. "A final offer I give you, love," he says, loosening his neck-tie and letting it drop on the ground. He opens the first few buttons of his white shirt, allowing you the tempting view of his neck. "Drink up."
Whatever held you back from doing so now disappeared entirely, for you almost pounced on him, clinging onto the collars of his shirt. Not hesitating like you did before, your sharp fangs sunk into his porcelain skin, giving a way for the sweet nectar to fall upon your tongue and quench your thirst.
Sebastian's hand reached to the back of your head, patting it in appreciation. "Good girl," he praised, lost in the pleasurable sensation of his blood being consumed by you. He could let you go on for hours.
Much to his displeasure, you pulled away after having your fill. His displeasure soon vanished, however, when he saw your face—hair messy and blood dripping down your chin, eyes filled with lust and hunger. A heated blush of shame dusted your cheeks as you licked up the blood surrounding your lips, wiping the smeared red from your chin with the ends of your sleeves, refusing to look at Sebastian.
"Are you satisfied?" he asks, leaning closer to you, "Or do you want more?" his sharp teeth graze a corner of his lips, letting out a droplet of blood. Your eyes shone with hunger before you claimed your meal once more.
This was going to be a long night.
You know it's going to be an interesting day when you start your morning trying to color match Sebastian's nipples.
AU that may or may not be tragic, depending on how you look at it:
The Phantomhive household is in mortal peril, and Baldroy chooses to save them in a way that he knows will most likely kill him. He dies, and then he wakes up as a reaper. Apparently, the powers that be interpreted his choice as suicide, so now he needs to reap the souls of others.
Baldroy had known Sebastian couldn't possibly be human, but he'd never imagined that Sebastian was one day going to take Ciel's soul. With his new strength and abilities, Baldroy decides the dispatch be damned; he'll save his young master no matter what it takes. Which is difficult since neither Sebastian nor Baldroy really want to hurt the other.
Would love to see a crossover between Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji and Midnight Mass. Sebastian Michaelis as the newly installed pastor/parish priest and his familiar Ciel Phantomhive as the wandering demon at night. The people on the island don’t know that they are dealing with demons out to drink their blood and eat their souls.
“Everything has its season.”
Everyone is so enamoured with the new priest, beautiful and tall. And the way he speaks and is knowledgeable about things, the way he convinces people to do things. So charismatic, he knows where you are coming from. His homilies are the best of the best. He knows Latin. He knows humans well that he can twist everything. He speeds up the miracles, the way he leaves omens on the side. Behind the people’s newfound devotion, Sebastian and Ciel snickering how stupid the people are.
Little do they know what’s going to happen in the end. After the season ends, there’s no soul left on the island. And the two of them set sail again searching for another set of victims.
Manners. Sebastian x reader
Warnings: language, suggestive themes. Reader’s a maid in this fic
Right after, the beautiful china plate slipped from your hands. It shattered on the floor, and the blue dragon curling over its circumference broke, creating an amorphous creature that bore little to no resemblance to what it was.
“What’s going on in here?!” Sebastian, the butler, roared when he stepped into the kitchen. Finding both you and Mey Rin contemplating the pieces of fine china on the floor.
At first, Sebastian’s brown eyes glared at the jittery maid furiously. She trembled and looked over nervously at you, heavily considering on taking the blow for you, but before she could speak up, you uttered the truth.
“I dropped the fucking plate. Slipped from my hands right after I’d washed the damn thing”
Sebastian irritatedly ran a hand through his face. He looked at you through his white gloved fingers.
“Two things Y/n. One, the plate will be discounted from next month’s paycheck and second…” he growled. “NO. CURSING. IN. THIS. HOUSE”
He walks over to you, his heels clicking over the floor almost menacingly.
Sebastian is a good lot taller than you, so he leans, just a little to look you right in the eye. It’s hard to believe he’s your secret lover when he’s gazing at you like that. Next to you, you can hear Mey Rin’s uneasy breathing, worried that the butler may go too hard on you.
“You’re not anymore in that wretched troupe of prostitutes Y/n…” he begins to say, but you feel the pressing need to correct him.
“They’re weren’t fucking whores Sebastian, they were actresses, wandering actresses who made their money honorably”
He doesn’t give in, but you can see he’s biting the inside of his cheek in an effort to stifle a chuckle that will utterly ruin the mood for his reprimand.
“Whatever. That was not the point. You know well what I mean Y/n. This is a decent house” he says, emphasizing the “decent” part “And I will NOT tolerate such foul language as yours. And I will also say, that this is not the first time we’ve talked about this”
“Damn it Sebastian what do you expect me to be like? Bard cusses all the time too” you say as you push him away from you to fetch the broom and clean up the mess.
Behind you Sebastian sighs loudly. “Mey Rin.”
“Yes?!” She says, her voice quivering.
“Please leave us, I need a private word with your… partner”
The maid rushes out, but not without giving you a worried glance. A little wink from you puts her at ease. Now it’s just you and the hell of a butler.
“How many times do I have to tell you to speak like a Lady?” He says as he approaches you from behind. A hand reaches for your chin and forces you to stare into his brown eyes, the hold slightly uncomfortable.
“You think you’re fucking scary don’t you?” You daringly say, just to see how far he can take it.
Sebastian’s eyes narrow to slits and you can swear that the soft brown shade has turned into a deep wine color.
“I’m going to have to clean that mouth of yours myself then” he growls in your ear and without giving you the chance to throw another curse at him, he presses you uncomfortably against the counter.
“What the fuck?!” The exclamation is cut short the moment he shoves his thigh between your legs, instantly making a warm, pleasant sensation travel all the way down to your groin.
His fingers are firmly holding you by your chin.
“I’ll make a lady out of you Y/n, you’ll see” he says, but the angry tone of his voice has shifted into a husky one.
His lips suddenly press on yours. He bites, forcing your mouth open and right after, you feel his tongue obscenely touching everything inside. Sebastian has a peculiar taste, a taste that each time you get to savor it always makes you groan in desire and want more, so much more of him. It’s a subtle flavor, something between sweet and citrusy, like pomegranate, the forbidden fruit.
“One more bad word from you and I’ll leave you to deal with your human needs on your own” he threatens, and by Hell does he seem honest.
He leans down to kiss you again, and keeps your hands down, leaving you unable to satisfy the want to touch him. He chuckles darkly at the helpless whimper you make when he cuts his passionate ministrations short.
“Understood?” He says.
It’s embarrassing, maybe even humiliating, but there are somethings worth the sacrifice.
Your nod comes out stiffly. Had Sebastian been a little less desperate for you he would have made you say it out loud, but the simple gesture pleases him. He releases your hands, letting them wander all over his hair, his shoulders, his hips, he lets a delicious, lewd sound when you touch his cock over his trousers and he chooses to reward you with a generous amount of kisses to your neck and face, all the while he proceeds to lift your skirts to pleasure you further.
Sebastian hates it when you curse. But with these kind of results, it’s hard not to.
WIP Sebastian's Halloween Costume
I had this idea of Ciel ordering Sebastian to wear an angel costume thinking Sebastian would hate it, but Sebastian just loved the attention.
Countdown to Halloween~ 7 days of some Halloween...ish art.
Some demon Sebastian.
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A while ago I came across a post regarding Yana Toboso (Black Butler author) and her challenge to draw Sebastian with 30 different facial expressions. I thought this would be a great opporutnity to get back into drawing and learn how to colour digitally again. So from now on for a little while I will be colouring Yana's sketches of Sebastian.
© undertaker moodboard.
-When you’re scared of the dark♡
Sebastian Michaelis X reader
When you’re scared of the dark♡
The clock read 8:37PM, and I had just recently reached my temporary room. The manor was silent- all of the residents presumably sound asleep by now. Yet I was still awake, staring at the ceiling above.
Ever since I was young I had a strong distaste for the dark. A fear, some might say. I avoid sleeping without light as much as I can, usually keeping a candle or two lit on my bedside table. Though that night it wasn’t an option, since I was a guest at the Phantomhive Manor.
I could have just asked for a candle, but I was too busy ogling the extremely attractive butler Sebastian to think about it. Since I was already in my room, I feared it would be a bother to get up and ask. Though nothing was more of a bother than the fact that I was shrouded in darkness. I was desperately avoiding looking around me, scared of what shadows I may see lurking around.
Shortly after I let a small whimper escape from my lips- a knock sounded at the door. I quickly turned to check the clock again as my heart rate increased, 8:40. Who could be here at this hour? To avoid being in the dark without the cover of my duvet for too long- I sprinted to the door. I undid the latch quickly, opening up the door slowly to reveal the visitor.
There was my savior- standing with a lit candle in front of me. Sebastian stared down at me with a soft smile on his face, looking dashing as ever. His red tinted eyes seemed to glow, pale skin contrasting raven hair that fell quite unkempt. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of his figure.
As happy as I was to be accompanied, I had one racing thought- Why is he here?
“Good evening, my lady,” he spoke in a sultry tone, looking past me to examine my room, “is your chamber to your liking? I can’t help but notice you’re still awake even though you retired here quite a while ago.”
“How did you know I wasn’t asleep?” I was curious to know, confused on how he noticed my discomfort. He thought for a moment before replying.
“I just happened to be passing by when I heard your voice. I wanted to make sure our guest was comfortable.” He was so caring, yet I felt a bit embarrassed that he had heard me basically cry out in fear- and that now I needed to tell him the reason. I brought my hand up to my chest to fidget with the neckline of my sleeping gown, debating what I should say. I looked away from him when I replied.
“Well you see,” I mumbled, lowering my voice, “It’s quite… dark in here.” He sighed in response.
“Oh my, are you perhaps… scared of the dark?” He leaned down slightly, teasing me. My face quickly heated up.
“I am,” my voice was a little more than a whisper as I spoke.
“If you wish, I can accompany you as you sleep,” my breath halted as he reached out his hand to let a finger touch under my chin, gently turning my head to face him, “I can’t have a guest be scared all alone in her room.” My already red face was now many shades deeper.
“It wouldn’t be a bother?”
“I’m sure the young master wouldn’t mind,” he stepped into the room, guiding me to my bed. He stood by holding the candle, waiting for me to settle into my bed. Even though he was standing there with a small source of light, I was still anxious- the rest of the large room around me was still an abyss of black. I swallowed my pride to request something more.
“Could you… lay next to me?” I could feel my voice shaking, scared of not only the dark around me but of what he would think. “I’m still… afraid…”
“You wish for me to cuddle you to sleep, my dear?” He laughed silently, taunting me with a smile, stepping closer to the bed.
“…Yes,” I sounded needy now. He pondered the request for a bit, and then placed the candle on the nearest surface, sighing as he slipped into the bed. The mattress dipped with his weight, and he got under the covers carefully. As soon as he faced me and was situated, I snuggled forward and dug my face into his chest. My hands were clasped together, knees pulled to my chest, hiding from the darkness around me.
Sebastian was surprised by my actions at first, eyes widening a bit before slightly chuckling, “you really are scared, my dear…” He took his arm and pulled me closer to his torso, comforting me with a few rubs on my back and a shush. “There’s nothing that can hurt you,” I could practically hear his smile, “not when I’m here to protect you my sweet.”
“Thank you,” I whispered quietly into his chest, finally able to rest peacefully without fear and worry.
“Of course, little kitten.”
It wasn’t long until I drifted off to sleep, Sebastian staying for a bit before slipping out of the room, continuing on with his tasks. Though he had left my room, he made sure I didn’t wake up alone before the sun had risen. What butler would he be if he couldn’t ensure the comfort of one of his most adorable guests?