in his little black outfit

eritreayunani  asked:

Hey babe, could we get some headcannons on what kind of female s/o sebastian would be attracted to and actually go the trouble of courting? Characteristics: personality-wise and a few aesthetic-wise would be brilliant. Feel free to add on other characteristics you deem suitable! Thanks hun xxx

What kind of female S/O do you think Sebastian fall for? More character-wise but aesthetic related details can be included. Thank you! :)

I can tell you now that this is going to be a big one… Took me just over an hour!


As a demon, Sebastian is above the shallowness of some humans to base attraction off of something as impermanent as appearances. But I broke appearance down to four categories and answered them separately. I did say this was a big request.


He likes shedding his gloves after a long day and running his slender fingers through your hair, slowly and gently untangling any nicks. If he’s got time, he’ll braid and brush it for you.

  • For dark hair, he’ll compare it to starlight or the beauty of blood in the moonlight (reserved for those particularly morbid moods he gets into, usually after murdering someone or may or may not have deserved it).
  • For light hair, he’ll compare it to the sunlight or to having pure gold woven into your locks.
  • For unnatural colours, such as red, he’ll be fascinated by the true colour showing at the roots and will want to know all the reasons behind why you dyed it. 
  • Length doesn’t bother him, but he’s usually pretty content if it’s long enough to braid. If you consent, he’ll find out your favourite styles, learn them within a day or two, and then replicate the chosen style of the day each morning for you, taking it out and brushing it before you go to bed.

Eye colour

  • Any eye colour. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and it’s for precisely this reason that he loves to look into them, his own magenta eyes boring into yours. 
  • For genetic mutations such as heterochromia, he’s completely entranced and just loves commenting on the individuality of the two colours.
  • In any case, some baser part of him toys with the idea of gouging your eyes out surgically, so that they’re fully intact and carrying them around with him because of how much he loves them.
  • He always talks himself down from this, though, because they have that little spark of life that he so adores and if he removes them from your person, he’ll never witness them light up when you see him walk into the room, and he can’t have that now, can he?
  • Besides, he’s pretty sure that you’d like to keep your eyes exactly where they are.

Height doesn’t matter at all because everyone’s the same height when they’re laying down.


  • With clothes, it can go two ways: pastels or dark. Sebastian generally doesn’t pay too much attention to what you wear because it’s your body and you can wear what you like, but he may offer to choose your clothes for you each morning or to design/make/order clothes for you to wear, completely tailored to you and your tastes. You wouldn’t know about this beforehand because he won’t physically measure you. Just one look at you head to toe, and he already knows exactly what you should wear. He has an eye for these things.
  • I think, with pastel colours, he’d appreciate the difference between his stark black and white outfits with very little variation, to your different shades of pinks, purples, greens, blues, etc. He’d likely compare it to the fragility and delicacy of the human body, almost going off on a tangent about how easily humans are disposed of, before remembering that you’re a member of said species and that you may not be able to stomach what he’s talking about. He’d apologise and change the subject.
  • With dark colours, he’d appreciate the similarities with his own clothes and make the occasional comment about how what you’re wearing matches his thoughts, his nature; he’s the epitome of darkness and he never misses an opportunity to tell you this.
  • He lives in Victorian London, don’t forget, so he wouldn’t approve of too much revealing of your skin. He’d tell you that “it’s unseemly and might he recommend something else that may be to your taste, My Lady?”. This would be coupled with comments muttered into your ear that is designed to leave you blushing.
  • Makeup doesn’t bother him, though it intrigues him. Why do you cover your natural face? He’d make it clear that he prefers you fresh-faced, though. Makeup carries a certain connotation in this time period.

Personality traits

  • The most important thing is that you’re not afraid of him. He’s a demon and capable of the biggest monstrosities you can think of and is mostly unfeeling, but he cannot court someone (yes, court, not date, “a frankly ridiculous modern adaptation”) who fears him. So, his s/o’s love for him needs to override the fear of what he is in all situations.
  • Full acceptance and understanding that Sebastian cannot love to the same extent that humans can and do, but rather, he’s possessive. You’re his and as such, he will protect you and fight for you, with you, with his life, if need be. Don’t expect declarations of romance and romantic proposals, it’s not in his nature. He will not change for you and the very suggestion would be most insulting.
  • Someone who knows that Sebastian can and will play games with them. Tell him your fears, he will exploit them for his own amusement. Tell him your dreams, and he will crush them if you let him. Tell him your insecurities and he will shut them down with logic in just a few sentences. But, devilish though he may be, he is still your partner, and so he will refrain from doing these things. He may still play tricks on you, though, not nothing life threatening. It’s no good courting a dead person.
  • Independence. He’s very busy with his contract, running the Phantomhive estate and doing all the other things that he does, so he won’t always have time for you. His s/o would need to be able to fend for themselves. His ward is a child and he doesn’t need or want another one. 
  • Confidence. He understands that this grows in humans, and he’d be willing to help you with that. He does care for you in his own way and will show you in every way he knows how that you’re a wonderful woman and that he loves you, again in his own way.
  • Someone who is okay with Sebastian being himself around them. So he moves a little faster, he speaks with a lower, more gravelly voice. If he realises that you enjoy that, or you tell him this yourself, then he’d be pleased and would make it a point to be a little less human around you. This links into not being scared of him.
  • Someone who is themselves. No false modesty, no façades, no masks or acts… just you. He won’t appreciate falsehoods, even if they’re meant with good intentions.
  • Someone who is strong-stomached. I don’t mean this in terms of gore, though that would help, I also mean someone who can hold their own. He will tease you on occasion about your weaknesses. For example, if you’re afraid fo the dark, he might grab your foot from under the bed. But that’s a different set of headcanons, which can be found on my masterlist.
  • Intellect. Enjoy books or writing, drawing. Plays an instrument or wants to learn one. Bi-lingual or wants to learn another language. An inherent appreciation of culture and class. Someone who appreciates the finer lifestyle. These things aren’t necessary but it would help your relationship, in that you have mutual interests.
  • This is such an important point that I left it for last, and it’s pretty self-explanatory: Maturity. Someone who loves Sebastian for exactly what he is, in all the right ways. No games, no competitions, no playing, just love. Love him for what he is, and he’ll return the affections in kind, though in a slightly different way. Respect him and he’ll respect you. That’s all there is to it.
Fatale: Black Lace (one)

Genre: Nasty, filthy smut with inklings of fluff throughout.

Pairing: Namjoon x Jimin, Minjoon

Count: 9030

Summary: CEO!Namjoon is on his way home from buying new lingerie for his Baby Boy as he reminisces about how he fucked Journalist!Jimin’s brains out in the literature club room when they were in university.

A/N: A HUGE THANK YOU TO @bxebxee​!!! She’s too good for me and had the heart to read through my writing. Thanks to her advice I was able to make this smut as filthy as possible finish my story <3 Please read her works, they will ruin your favorite pair of panties.

Fatale: Black Lace (one) | (interlude) | (two)

Also posted on ao3!

6:00 pm. The lights of Seoul city trickled into Namjoon’s office much earlier now that winter was approaching. He hadn’t realized shadows had overtaken the room as the phone call with a particularly aggravating client was dragging out for longer than he had anticipated. Namjoon had handled difficult authors before, but never in his six years of experience as CEO of a publishing company had he dealt with a writer that insisted on submitting such mediocre work and demanded so much in return. His publishing team was not a glamor squad, ready to cater to the author’s every whim on command. Instead, they functioned to provide commercial success for works of literature, and sometimes that equates to not wrapping pure rubbish in extravagant cover art. Loosening his tie in frustration, Namjoon slowly rubbed his temples as he let out a deep sigh. The only thing keeping him sane was Mrs. Sung’s email from earlier in the day, notifying him that new lingerie designs were finally available for purchase.

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To the anon who requested : I didn’t include the hidden camera thing sorry!! I don’t really know how to write about that but I hope you like this.


Taeyong woke up, standing from his bed and stretched himself with a rare smile on his face. He raced out of the bathroom after freshening up, heading for the kitchen to find Jaehyun making breakfast as usual, the familiar aroma of omelettes and bacon filled his sense of smell. 

“Good morning, hyung.” Jaehyun greeted, serving Taeyong his share of breakfast. 

“Morning, Jae.” The older greeted back, anticipating the younger’s next words. His eyes looked at him and he was thinking of ways to answer what he thought Jaehyun would say after.

“C'mon, eat up.” The younger continued. “Food’s going to get cold. If you want seconds, you’re going to have eat fast.” He smiled as he said while Taeyong returned a small one, feeling slightly depressed then ate up his breakfast.

While he did, the others slowly trudged into the dining table, sitting themselves at their usual seats and Taeyong couldn’t help the same giddy feeling earlier bubbling up inside of him. ‘Good morning’s’ chorused around the table, a few yawns here and there, followed by the sound of eating. 

It was his birthday, Taeyong thought yet nobody greeted him, even his roommate Taeil and his die-hard fan Doyoung didn’t utter a thing about it. Of course nearly everyone wants people to remember their birthdays and if it wasn’t remembered the birthday one would be gloomy. It was exactly how he felt but he still held on the silver of hope in his heart, hoping for you to come over to cheer him up.

After breakfast, the boys took care of their own plates and themselves, getting ready for their schedule of the day; practising a new choreography for their comeback. The birthday boy literally dragged himself through the whole process of getting himself ready which was considered an extraordinary situation taking place. 

Despite feeling a little sad, he still dressed up a little bit more than usual, maybe a way of telling the others that it was his birthday. The others’ eyes were on his, a little surprised to see that he wasn’t in his usual all black outfit, his body donned a striped tee with his light blue joggers, nothing big but certainly meant something. 

The doorbell rang through the house as they got ready to head to their practise room and Taeyong opened the door, finding you at the door.

“Hi guys!” You greeted cheerfully. “Hello, Taeyongie.” Your eyes stared at his that were a little surprised and you pressed a kiss onto his cheek. Taeyong found it weird that you came to the dorm at this time which was nearly one in the afternoon where you usually had your shift at the nearby cafe.

“Hello to you too, baby.” He said, pulling you close by the waist. “Don’t you have work today?”

“Are you not happy to see me?” You pouted, your response making him flustered. It was cute seeing him in that state; his hands would be waving around, words stuttered out from his mouth and the slight panic look on his face. Seeing that, you couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m just joking, Yong." 

"I’m here to ask you on a date since my boss decided to have a day-off today.” Taeyong smiled, hoping you meant something. 

“Really? What’s the occasion though?” He asked, waiting expectantly for your answer. “You’ve never asked me on a date before.”

“It’s nothing actually. I’m just bored.” The answer left him quiet, thinking that you’ve definitely forgot it was his birthday. His expectations were shattered but he didn’t let his smile falter from his face but it was an expression anyone could tell that he was depressed.  Your eyes focused behind him, seeing the guys laughing silently because they could imagine Taeyong’s face from your answer. 

“Sorry, (y/n). We’re not free today.” He replied in a soft voice. “We have, practise today." 

"Then, can I follow you guys?” You asked. “It’s better than sitting alone at home.” He turned to look at the guys for permission and nodded at you, indicating it was okay.


The car arrived at the building a little while after and all of you tumbled out of the car. The others had went up to the practise room first while you just walked slowly with your boyfriend at the back, trying to cheer him up.

“Why the long face?" 

Taeyong wanted to tell you that it was because nobody wished him happy birthday but he figured that you might tease him later so he just brushed it off saying that he didn’t get enough sleep. He felt a little better when the both of you walked slowly at the back with a few kisses from you, giving him some sort of emotional healing after feeling sad.

The elevator gave out a soft 'ding’ and the doors opened, the both of you stepping out of it and headed towards the designated room. Taeyong noticed the smile etched onto your face when the elevator arrived at the floor but he didn’t really thought much and took it as nothing. His hand twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open, a loud pop following after and surprised him.

Inside the room was his members, Johnny holding a popped party popper and the rest holding unpopped ones while Taeil held a birthday cake in his hand. The birthday boy looked around the room, seeing a few finger food prepared on a table, the walls with balloons that spelled 'happy birthday taeyong!’ and some streamers that were sloppily hung around.

"I popped it too soon?” Johnny asked sheepishly, making the rest laugh except Taeyong who was still in a state of shock and speechless.

“You thought we all forgot didn’t you?” Yuta piped up and his friend nodded. “This was all the lady’s planning. Nice isn’t it?”

“Did you, like it?" You inquired hesitantly, hoping you didn’t make him too upset from the plan. Taeyong just silently pull you in for a hug and pressed his lips on yours for a soft kiss.

"I’m not sure what I’m feeling but I like it.” He said, pressing his forehead onto yours, staring into your eyes.

A fake cough sounded from Johnny and you pulled away, hiding yourself in Taeyong’s chest, cheeks pink and hot. “Don’t forget we’re here, lovebirds.” He teased. “Let’s get the party started!”


“Justin! I hope you’re dressed cause we have people coming over in like 10 minutes so hurry up!” you yell from the bottom of the stairs to your lazy slob of a boyfriend.

Ever since his tour finished he’s had absolutely no energy which is understandable but he turns into the biggest baby, making you pick up after him and do stupid little things for him like the other night he legit made you brush his teeth for him because his “arms hurt too much to hold it up” to his mouth so yeah that was fun.

“Yeah yeah babe, I’m just trying to find something to wear” he shouted back, that boy was a bloody perfectionist.

“J, it’s only gonna be us and like Hailey, Za, Rory I’m not too sure if Ryan is coming and maybe Kendal and we’re just staying at home so chill baby, who you trying to impress?” You say softly as Justin walks down the stairs quickly, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and bringing you in closer to him.

“Is this fine?” He says stepping back a little allowing you to see his outfit which is a black hoodie and some baggy jeans.

“You look perfect, as always.” You laugh pulling him in for a sweet kiss, you feel him smile against your lips pulling you closer, his hands wondering lower, grabbing the bottom of your shirt and feeling up your back sending shivers down your spine.
Your phone starts to vibrate causing you to jolt slightly from shock in Justin’s arms. Breaking away and gasping for air after what seemed like forever you glance down at your phone to see a text from Hailey.

From: Hailz
hey bad bitch, me n ken are out the front and i think the boys have just pulled in so open up!!! 💘💘💘

“They’re here.” You whisper, noticing how close Justin’s face still is to yours.


Everyone was sitting around the living room watching a movie and just enjoying each other’s company taking snapchat videos and funny selfies.

“So J you know that thing we were talking about the other day?” Za questioned Justin absentmindedly as he tapped away at his phone, you looked up to see Justin furrowing his brows in confusion.

“What are you talking about bro?” Justin’s raspy voice replies.

“Yeah what do you mean?” Rory jokes pushing Hailey aside as she sarcastically laughs at him, what a joker.

“Haha good one dude,” Za rolls his eyes and laughs, “you know JB that thingy the thing that rhymes with ding.” At this comment Justin’s eyes widen in realisation and he throws the small pillow next to him directly at Za’s face.

“Dude shut up.” He says through gritted teeth, you’re so confused looking between Kendal and Hailey to see if you’re the only one but they’re eyes won’t meet yours.

“What thing Justin?” You ask him quietly stretching your legs out against his lap.

“Nothing Y/N, cmon guys what happened to the movie we were watching.” Justin said, patting your legs once before finding the remote and turning the volume up.

You were frustrated and mad, it was as if everyone knew what was going on but you so you swung your legs off of his lap and headed for your room not really caring if you were being immature or over dramatic.


to be continued homies!
If you guys liked this & want more then just let me know, like and reblog it and I’ll happily write a part 2!!! CAN YOU GUESS WHAT THE SECRET IS???
Also I’m super sorry if there’s any mistakes, I began writing this from my phone whilst watching X Factor lmfao, enjoy! xxxxx