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Sebastian Michaelis x master!reader

Sebastian x master reader

💦💎💦Setting - you just signed the contract or whatever that morning, so you're still thinking of a name for him.

Just something funny. Alfred always calls everyone master (name), and I always laugh when he says 'master dick'. Like lol, with all the girlfriends he's had, it must be true.

"Demon."

The demon walked into the living room, no expression on his face.

"Yes, master?" He bowed with one hand on his chest. I smirked, not gonna get used to that anytime soon.

"What did your old master call you? I can't think of a name that'll suit you. It's really been bugging me," I said.

"Is 'demon' not sufficient enough?" He sassed. I glared at him. He was a bit too sassy for my taste, but it sure was nice to have someone around the house. He wasn't too bad on the eyes either.

"Just answer the question."

"Sebastian Michaelis," he said, a small smirk on his face.

"Like the crab?" I laughed at the thought. He raised an eyebrow, probably having no idea what i talking about.

"I was thinking about naming you (name), but Sebastian is kinda nice too. What do you think?"

"What ever please you, my lady," he said smoothly. I rolled my eyes.

"Sebastian it is then," I yawned.

"Are you tired?" He questioned. He didn't care. All he wants is my soul.

Well, he'll get it once his end of the deal is finished. Once I find my family and save them from what we date has taken them, he'll take my soul. I didn't regret a thing. My family was priceless, I was forgettable. Replaceable. Tired.

"Yes, I'm gonna go to bed now. Goodnight, Sebastian," I got up from my chair and set my book of baby names down.

"Would you like any help into bed?"

I stopped and turned to look at him. This was so weird, having someone to cater for my every need.

"Did you help your old master into bed?"

He nodded. I smirked.

"Well, sure then. Show me how you help someone into bed," I said. He smirked a little.

We were soon in my room, and I stood there awkwardly as he undressed me. I was blushing, trying to ignore his fingers brushing over my skin.

"You don't find this at all awkward?" I questioned. He undid the last button to my shirt, but thank the lord it didn't open and reveal myself to him.

"Not at all," he commented. Damn him. He moved to my yoga pants, and slid them down. My face burned bright red. He didn't look at me at all, which made me feel better. Good thing I shaved recently.

He pulled my pants away and set them on the bed. He grabbed a comfortable shirt. I was nervous. Was he just going to take off my shirt? Was he going to let me do it?