#Black butler Imagines

[annievrse]

origami flowers

sebastian x reader —ᡣ𐭩 blurb

you hear a familiar voice call your name as you trudge down the hallway of weston college, your shoes clicking against the concrete floor. you're not sure where you're going; being the faux nurse of the school while ciel and sebastian figure out why children are going missing gives you more free time than you're used to. but with no need to go to the infirmary, you've been exploring the campus.

pausing mid-step and spinning, your eyes widen when you see ciel running towards you.

"young master?" your voice goes up an octave in surprise. "what happened?" you ask, your voice sharp with concern.

the younger boy pants with his hands on his knees as he catches his breath. "we have an... issue..."

you glance behind you to check nobody is coming and lean down—it's a good thing everybody is in class. "where's sebastian?"

ciel gives you a worried look and stands straight, his hand wiping the perspiration from his forehead. "that's precisely the problem... i don't know."

furrowing your brows, you sigh and stride past your master. ciel's calls of your name fall on deaf ears as you make a beeline for your infirmary. "i apologise, young master. follow me."

ciel shakes his head in disbelief at the random demand but follows you nonetheless, his steps quickening to catch up to you.

"shouldn't you be in class?" you tease, turning the corner.

ciel rolls his eyes and huffs in annoyance. "i was, but i broke the quill i was using, and i was sent to my dorm to retrieve another."

"i see," you smirk, trying to hold back your giggle. "and did this broken quill have anything to do with the fact that you haven't seen sebastian since last night?"

"perhaps..." he eyes you suspiciously. and then his face slackens and he glares at you. "you know where he is."

you wave your hand flippantly. "i have an idea."

fishing the key to your temporary office out of your blazer pocket, you slide it into the keyhole and twist.

and low and behold, ciel's butler sits hunched over your desk.

ciel lets out a strangled sound and steps into the clinic. "what the devil are you doing in here?"

"my lord," sebastian raises his head in surprise, something foreign to both you and your young master.

sighing, you approach him, watching his hands fold paper delicately.

ciel just shakes his head at the pile of origami flowers overflowing onto the floor next to sebastian. "playing with paper, are we?"

you notice what ciel does a moment later, your cheeks warming at the sheer amount of work he had done. "seb..."

sebastian stands, paper flowers falling from his lap onto the floor as his hand comes to rest on his chest. "i apologise, my lord, i did not realise the time."

he doesn't meet your gaze as you pick up a pink flower and twirl it between your fingers.

ciel narrows his eyes but says nothing at the sight.

"i was unaware i was occupied for this long, my lord. i will get to making the pastries for afternoon tea shortly."

ciel shakes his head, turning toward the door. "no need. they are no longer required. i will handle the situation myself."

sebastian nods despite knowing ciel cannot see. "indeed."

"just be in your office tonight so we can prepare for soma's arrival."

lowering his head, sebastian bows. "yes, my lord."

and when the door to your clinic closes, sebastian's hand returns to his side. "i saw one of the students making them," he gestures to the flowers. "do you like them?"

you smile and nod. "they're incredible, sebastian."

leaning over your desk, he gathers his creations, and before your eyes, they transform into a bouquet. your eyes widen at the sight, and you look up at him. sebastian's cheeks are dusted pink, though you deduce it to the lighting because he doesn't show such emotion.

"these are for you," sebastian mutters, handing you the bunch.

your breath gets caught in your throat before you whisper, "thank you."

a smirk pulls at the corner of sebastian's lips, and he nods once. "you're welcome, dearest."

you turn away from his piercing gaze, grasping the flowers in your arms. "next time you stay in my bed, don't become so distracted from your duties that ciel has to come to me to find you."

this time, sebastian's lips morph into a smug smile. "of course. it won't happen again."

and when you put the origami flowers into an empty vase, you know he's running through all the scenarios where he could do exactly that once more.

[bugsyfics]

DEFLOWER — S. MICHAELIS

✰ 10: 04 - [virginity kink] ✰

Synopsis: It's your first time and Sebastian is delighted to lend a helping hand

Run time (wc): 489 Rating: R (18+ mdni) ⚠︎ CW: virginity kink, corruption, unprotected sex, creampie, verrry slight dub-con

kinktober '23 m.list

A sacred thing virginity is. Whether or not it is treated as such, since one can think of this subjectively, there’s something to be said about how the very first time opens the door to a myriad of possibilities and electrifies curiosity. 

Perhaps it was because it was in his nature to corrupt, but the idea of taking your innocence lit Sebastian ablaze with sexual desire. He knew you were apprehensive. In fact, you trembled and reached for his pale, slender hands each time his fingers grazed below your belly button. You tensed and he soothed you with warm kisses along your collarbone and down the valley of your breasts, smirking to himself whenever your chest rose suddenly with a hitched breath. Clearly, whatever he was doing was working. Arousal pooled at the entrance of your aching cunt, the aroma reaching Sebastian and driving him wild. 

“I believe you're ready,” Sebastian groaned. This was no question, he was certain, however he looked at you expectantly with glowing eyes. Then with a soft, keen whimper you obliged. 

Sebastian was growing impatient, each moment he went without being balls deep inside you was tortuous. So, he took no time unfurling his erection and swiping a bead of pre cum over your sensitive clit. You mewled and bucked your hips forward chasing the feeling. And finally, you felt it. The tip of his cock stretching past your hymen and entering your sodden cunt with a squelch. 

“Wait–” Your eyebrows furrowed in discomfort. But Sebastian only acknowledged it with a faint hum and rolling of his hips. It wasn’t that he did not care, indubitably he knew that if he stopped now, the next time he began he’d take you in a brutish way. Ungentleman-like, and above all like a beast–the beast he was. 

He gritted his teeth and slowly rocked forward again, then again, until he felt you clench around him and watched your head lull back onto the soft duvet. 

As he continued, your body shook, and you bit your lip staring up at him with blown pupils. This was something he could get used to and the thought made him thrust faster into your fluttering walls. 

“I feel–oh!” you gasped and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “Weird like I might pee.” 

Instead of responding, Sebastian chuckled, pressing his forehead to yours and fucked you deeper, more intimately. The pressure grew and you squirmed underneath him, legs thrown loosely over his waist and panting. This type of yearning was foreign to you. The coil grew tighter and tighter before snapping suddenly, leaving you a moaning mess. 

His cum leaked out of you like sweet vanilla pudding in an eclair, and he licked his lips eagerly. Sebastian was proud, but not yet satisfied. 

“I’m impressed, my love,” Sebastian said, pulling you forward by the plush of your thighs. “You take me so well… how about another go?”

[married-to-google-translater]

This is for Ciel

Ciel Phantomhive (older)

It would be really shocking to come back and find out that someone had broken in while he was gone.

It was even worse to hear that you were injured.

Ciel would be sorry.

He would also blame himself.

Ciel should have protected you better.

You two live together after all.

And Ciel feels responsible.

Since he is the "Queen's guard dog" you would be in danger too.

And he wouldn't want to lose you.

Ciel would be a bit overprotective now.

Sebastian should be with you almost all the time.

You could protest but Ciel wouldn't listen.

He will also get you the best care available.

Ciel wishes you a speedy recovery.

He would try to work less.

Taking care of you would be important.

But when he was at work like the previously mentioned Sebastian would be with you.

You're going to get a lot of gifts when you're hurt.

Ciel does everything to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

[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

[fanfictionsworld]

Can we plese please get a reader who's tired of Sebastian bullshit, like she's just there always facepalmed, not really attracted to him but treats him like every other boys (bitch lol). Like when he tries to charm her she just walks away with no expression, she's not even a tsundere or anything, just completely tired from the weirdness.

Okey i am so sorry for taking so long to write anything but here it is hope you will be satisfied.

Fem reader/Sebastian trying to impress but falling haha/reader is a bitch but a cool one which i love/Sebastians ego ruined hahah/

You are very difficult to him,which he hates.

You can not be impressed with anything he does and that eats him alive.

Why is this human denying me.

Like how i am beautiful,smart,i cook,i am everything any human could possible imagine,if not better.

He is alwasy thinking how he can step up his game with you.

No matter how hard he trys you alwasy find some way to not care or notice.

You avoid him everywhere.

If you possible see him in town with Ciel,you will say hi to Ciel and not spear him a glance..

Avoid all his questions of how are you,do you need any help with anything or are you free this afternoon,etc.

You just keep walking an completely ignore him while you shop

Which in truth is very irritating for him.

If he tells you any filrtatious compliment you just ignore him and keep walking.

And when you had enough of him you just top and say, ,,You need to stop folowing me around like a lost puppy you look desprate maybe you should do something better with your free time rather then stalking like a creep that you are.

To him that was like a dagger trough his hart.

He told you that which you responded with ,,Yes like you have one damon scum".Which he found incredibly attractive and he was deeply offended by that.

Of cours you did not care,you just walked past him wishing him a good day saying that he should you use him manipulative skill on someone else rather than you because you are not an imbecile to fall for it.

Sebastian watches as you walk past him,stunned and impressed.

He knows you will not fall for him,but is he going to pass on a challenge on seducing you of course not he loves playing cat and mouse with you.

[animeisfornerdz]

The Secret Affair || Ciel Phantomhive

Synopsis - Ciel had thrown, yet again, another extravagant ball. He approached you, silently asking for your hand to dance. When nobody was looking, he took you upstairs to his study where the two of you engaged in a heavy make out session only to be interrupted by Sebastian.

Warnings - Slightly suggestive.

Notes - All characters are 18+!

Word Count - 0.7k

[Caffeinate Me]

Ciel was known for throwing the most extravagant of parties, so to say tonight’s ball was anything but lavish was an understatement. You had spent the night socialising with the other guests and drinking the night away, occasionally catching the eye of Earl Ciel Phantomhive who sat in the corner away from the festivities with his butler Sebastian. After a while, Ciel got fed up with watching you mingling with his guests. The Earl stood up and made his way over, offering you his hand without saying a word. You placed your glass of champagne down on the large table next to you and reluctantly took his hand. Immediately, Ciel wrapped his arms firmly around your waist and pulled you on to the makeshift dance floor, spinning you around slowly as he gazed into your eyes. Everything seemingly went in slow motion as the two of you twirled around the dance floor, speaking to each other only through your eyes.

After what felt like hours of dancing, Ciel had dropped his hands from your waist and gently took your hand once more. He pulled you away from the ball and up the winding staircase that was out of bounds to all guests, making sure nobody saw you or followed you. When you were deep down the hall and Ciel was happy that nobody had followed you, he pushed you flat against the wall and pressed his lips to yours feverishly. “I have been wanting to do this all night,” he finally whispered against your lips. Those were the first words he had said to you all night. You nodded into the kiss telling Ciel that you felt the same and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his body close to yours. Without breaking the kiss Ciel pulled you into the nearest room and locked the door behind you. It was then that he allowed his hand to run up and down your side lovingly. When Ciel pulled away he looked at you, panting and out of breath from kissing you so much. He wiped a string of saliva from his lips and smirked at you. “Are you okay, Y/N?” He asked, his singular eye searching yours. 

You simply nodded and began to kiss him once more, not wanting to continue talking. Ciel seemed okay with this, his lips moving in tandem with yours. You gripped the front of his shirt and pulled him as close to you as physically possible, sighing into his lips. Ciel was about to play with the straps of your dress when a bang on the study door caused the two of you to break apart. “Master, I do believe your guests are missing your presence,” it was Sebastian. 

Ciel rolled his eye and looked at you apologetically before shouting back, “I’ll be out in a minute. I’m just… preoccupied with something…” He trailed off, his lips swallowing yours again hoping that his answer was enough for Sebastian to leave the two of you alone.

“Master, I must insist that you come out now,” Sebastian said sternly from behind the door. “I can make sure Lady Y/N is returned to the ball without being seen.” Ciel froze at his butler’s words and his eye widened. He pulled away from the kiss and called back. 

“She’s not here!”

“Oh?” Sebastian chuckled. “Then who are you in there with?” 

“Nobody!” Ciel growled. “I just needed some time away from the festivities, Sebastian. Go away, that is an order.” 

“Very well,” Sebastian sighed. “But, please return to the ball as soon as possible. Your guests are getting quite antsy.” And with that, the butler turned on his heels and walked back to the ball. 

Ciel sighed softly when he heard Sebastian’s footsteps fade away and he instantly tried to kiss you again. You pulled your head away and gazed into his eye, a frown on your face. “You should get back to your ball,” you whispered. 

“But I’m not finished with you-” Ciel started, but you cut him off by placing a quick peck to his lips. 

“We will meet again, Ciel,” you smiled reassuringly. 

He groaned frustratedly knowing that you were right and stomped his foot lightly on the ground petulantly. “Fine.” You smiled and kissed him again, this time much softer than your previous heated kisses of the night. When you pulled away, he grabbed your hand and placed your knuckles to his lips softly, muttering, “one day, I promise you, we won’t have to sneak around anymore.” You nodded at his words, your heart fluttering in your chest. You believed him, you really did, but you didn’t see that day coming anytime soon. For now, you both just had to be happy with your secret affair.

[kentopedia]

˚₊‧꒰ა crossroad blues — sebastian

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎. at the crossroads, you make a deal with the devil. instead of leaving you alone for the next ten years, it sticks around.

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈. dark content, mdni !!, f!reader, murder, demons, somnophilia, occult, monsterfucking ig, noncon/dubcon, unprotected sex, piv, pet names, degradation, wc: 2.1k

𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈. i'm self aware, this is not that good but i wanted to post something for kinktober so. this will function as that. not really proofread + potentially ooc i have not read black butler in a while so pls don't be a hater <3

part of my halloween series !

ever since you were a child, you’d heard tales of devils at the crossroads.

stories that had been passed through the generations, stories of deals that could be made with a crossroads devil, for those crazy enough to take the chance. for the small price of an eternity in hell, your soul could be exchanged for whatever you desired.

that price was nothing, really, for those who were desperate enough. and you were desperate enough.

you sat, humming to yourself in the dirt, your belongings two feet below the ground, along with the rest of the items necessary for the ritual. it had not been cheap or easy to find the incantation that would summon a demon, but for all the things you lacked, money had never been one of them.

now, though, as you waited, your skirts stained dark shades of brown from the mud, you began to wonder if you’d been swindled.

shivering, you climbed to your feet, your boots even dustier than before. the sun had long since set, and it was frigid, much colder out in the middle of the countryside than it was in the city.

nothing was coming — it was clear to you now. perhaps even your desperation wasn’t enough for the devil to accept another soul to his overpopulated hell.

you frowned and turned to make your way back to your haunted house, when you noticed a shadowy figure flickering in the corner of your vision. you blinked, suddenly swept up in a mixture of uncertainty.

“who’s there?” you asked, stupidly, knowing that either way, death had come for you.

the shadow emerged, the smiling figure of someone who looked much more a man than a devil, had it not been the shade of his irises, the cruel smile that curled on his lips. his dark hair swept across his forehead, gracefully framing his features.

“you called for me,” he said simply, taking the short steps towards you.

you wrinkled your eyebrows together, not expecting the demon to be clad in such formal wear, his coattails flaring out behind him as he bowed.

“you are the one i am to make a deal with?” you asked, sounding not at all confident.

he laughed, a dark sound. “i am. does that surprise you?”

“i expected something… different,” you said, batting your eyes away. it was hard to look at him. you felt hot, just from the intensity of his irises. he was beautiful, painfully so otherworldly you weren't sure if human was the correct way to describe his appearance.

but wasn’t that what was always said about demons?

“i want you to kill my husband,” you said simply, sparing no room for lifeless conversation.

the demon made a face, but it was not of alarm, more so out of boredom. “oh. is that all? such mundane tasks you humans send me on. it's always dramatics you must resort to.”

“i’ll be damned to hell, whether i kill him myself or not." you shrugged, the judgement annoying you, coming from a demon. “i’d just rather not get my hands dirty. wouldn't want to end up in prison.”

at that, his interest was piqued again, like you’d illuminated another part of the human existence he had not seen before. “you would trade eternal suffering for a few kind years on earth?”

“i’m already suffering,” you said flatly, not allowing emotion to overtake you. “i want you to kill my husband, and i don’t want to be questioned for it. heart failure would do nicely, i think.”

the demon, with his startling beautiful eyes, so red and alluring, considered. “i don’t believe you are in any position to make requests of that nature.”

you frowned, and took a step back. “well, this is a contract, is it not? i’m allowed to make stipulations, as far as i’m aware.”

he blinked, then laughed, before studying you like you were a mouse he was dangling by the tail. “hmm.” the demon considered your words. “there is an extra price to pay, for those who want to make such specifications.”

he leaned forward, his vast form towering over you, even in a human vessel. still you ignored his attempt at intimidation and swallowed, sticking your chin out to glare up at him. “i’m willing to pay it,” you said, sniffing.

“alright, then,” he grinned, wiping his fingers across your lips. “we have a deal.”

the gravity of his words didn’t strike you in that moment, the exchange purely business, not at all the matters of life and death. you nodded, and stuck out your hand to shake his — that’s how deals were made, weren't they? but the demon surprised you by grabbing your hand, pulling you towards him and slamming your lips against his own.

a choked sound came out of you as your eyes went wide, and for a moment, you panicked. but the feeling of his mouth was so soft, the taste so heavenly for a creature of hell, that you found yourself relaxing into it, feeling blissful in the grasp of his cold hands.

the kiss was over before it even began, and he pulled off your mouth with a pop, leaving you breathless, chasing after him.

“i’ll collect the first of my payments at a later date,” he said, mouth spreading to reveal his sharp teeth. “expect me again soon.”

two days had passed since you made the deal, and you continued your normal routine, abiding by the sharp stipulations set by your cruel husband, like nothing had really changed at all.

and maybe it hadn’t. maybe everything the demon had said was a lie.

for some reason, despite his promise of collecting payment later, you’d believed the deal would come to fruition immediately. that you’d go home and your husband would be cast away from this earth, a nuisance you no longer had to worry about.

that hadn’t been the case though — he still slept beside you in your marital bed, a lump of apathy, night after night.

tonight, though, promised something different. you were used to your husband doing with you as he pleased, but it felt off, this time. he was far too tender with you, his cock sliding in and out of you, as if trying to ease you gently out of sleep.

you let out a breath, still stuck somewhere in between a dream. you weren’t sure what time it was, or when you had started to stir, but there was a wetness between your legs that hadn’t been there when you’d fallen asleep, and a cold hand on your bare hip.

your night gown had been hiked up to your stomach, the folds of cotton rubbing against your naval. a hand crept around your hips, sinking down between your legs, where you were already growing wetter.

the touch was frigid as it came in contact with your already aching clit, matching the pulse of the length that slid in and out of you. you let out a whine, jolting your hips into the touch, before your eyes flew open, and you were no longer asleep. realization dawned upon you.

“that’s it, little one,” a soft purr melted into your ears, cold fingers tracing achingly slow circles into your clit. “i was wondering how long it would take you to wake up.”

you were caught in between alarm and bliss, the room still hauntingly dark. it took a moment for your eyes to adjust, and you fell into the body that was pressed up behind you, lean and long.

your legs had been maneuvered differently from when you’d first slept, one lifted upwards to give the man — thing — behind you a better position, filling you deeply.

“s-sebastian—” you groan, not quite a question, as you clenched around his cock, thick and long. even though you’d never agreed to this, well… it was better than anything your husband had ever given you.

the husband that was staring at you, wide-eyed, petrified to death in the bed next to you.

the finality of his life almost killed your steadily growing orgasm, his round dead eyes staring, unblinking, back at you. but a deep thrust inside of you reminded you that it was your husband, not the demon, that had been the root of all your miseries.

you moaned, not bothering to hide the satisfaction you felt.

“you’re so much wetter than i imagined,” sebastian said, cooing in your ear, something between mockery and praise. you could hear the smirk on his face, even if you couldn’t see it. “such a pretty little thing. perhaps i’ll keep you all to myself for the next few years. my little human pet.”

you grabbed at his arm, nails digging into the cold flesh, as sebastian continued rubbing circles in your aching pussy.

the demon laughed, humming thoughtfully, almost gleeful. “i think that’s a fair trade, don’t you? more than fair.” his long fingers brushed your nipple, and you almost came on the spot.

it was too much. too fast. you weren’t even sure how long he’d been fucking you, while you were still asleep. enough to have you near an orgasm.

“maybe i’ll even let you live your whole life, if you promise to be my good little pet until the day you die.”

you moaned again, louder this time, and found yourself enthusiastically agreeing. “y-yes,” you said pathetically, not bothering to question your habit of making deals with devils. “whatever you want.” you could feel your eyes rolling back into your head, your mind going numb from the feeling.

he laughed at you, mockingly, and squeezed you harder, painfully, this time. but it didn’t erase the pleasure that dug deep into you, and you arched into him, on the edge of collapsing.

“so weak,” he hummed, his breath ghosting across your ear. it was deep, hauntingly so, like a song rising up from hell itself. “humans always lose themselves so easily to the pleasures of the flesh. i wonder how long it would take me to break you.”

“please,” you said, your voice small as you whined, feeling so small in his grasp, his presence overpowering.

perhaps he had nestled himself deeply into your mind, breaking through the walls that kept temptation out. but giving yourself to a demon felt better than it ever had with your husband.

“please?” he mocked darkly. “i’ll except better than that.”

“please, sebastian,” you said, repeating the word over and over again, giving into your desire, exactly as he’d anticipated. ‘i’ll do whatever you want. forever. please, just let me come.”

“such a good little pet.” you could feel his smile curling around your ear, his pace overwhelming. a string of praises laced with contempt left his lips, but they were lost to you, your senses lost to everything but the feeling of him inside you.

you gave into your pleasure, a sharp cry leaving your throat as you clench around him, breathing heavily. sebastian came inside, his cold chest pressed tightly against your back. not a sound left him; he was so quiet it was almost as if he wasn’t there at all.

you didn’t speak, and laid still, panting on the bed, trying to collect yourself.

he slid out of you, the only indication that there was another presence there. an ache in your muscles had already begun; you’d have that, at least, to remind yourself that it was real. but slowly, the demon’s touch became less tangible, as if he were fading away into the night.

“when will you be back?” you said, quiet, too afraid to turn and face him. you’d seen him as a human, but you weren’t sure what you’d do if you turned, and that was not the form he had taken. it scared you, as much as it thrilled you.

“when i please,” was all he gave you. “my side of the deal is complete.

“will it be like this every time?” you swallowed, not sure if you wanted him inside of you while you were sleeping, night after night. but you weren’t sure if you wanted him facing you, staring at you with those dark eyes of his as he sank into you. “sebastian?” you said quietly, shifting in the bed to face him.

but there was nothing there, the space empty, and no life was in that room but you.

you swallowed, shut your eyes, and went to sleep.

thank you for reading ❤︎ this one was inspired by episode 2x08 of supernatural, with the same title <3

[iridescent-solstice]

˗ˏˋ☁️‧ ₊ ˚ 🦋 ‧ ₊ ♡ˎˊ˗

{Headcannons for an upcoming au i'm planning} Not enough people talk about Claude after he loses Ciel Phantomhive's soul to Sebastian... Especially not ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ!ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅᴇ... ໒꒰ྀི ˃  ∩∩  ˂ ꒱ྀི১

{Wolf spider!Claude X moth!reader}

🕸 ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ!ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅᴇ who goes back to his claimed territory, sulking the whole way after his loss. Because for the first time in a million years H̷̬͖̻͒e̷̢̝̫͖̯̍̇̀͊ ̷̬̻́l̴͖̹̅͋ọ̴̈́s̶͇̬͔̆̈́̚͝��̴̪́̎̃̿ ̴̢̧͚̜̊͠ḩ̴̛͍̰̳̂̄͐i̷̠͇̥̹̓͆́̊s̶͎͍̘͊͑̐̽ ̵̗̆̌́̿̍p̵̦͎̥̟͔̈́̾ṙ̸̺̼̉ī̶̭̻͇͉̕z̴̥̠̙̳̅̃̒e̷̹͙͋ This loss is not easy pill to swallow when he's the one, who's infamously known as the calmest and composed in any given scenario. He finds himself losing his cool. His anger, and rage causing continuous damage both around his and others territory.

🕸 ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ!ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅᴇ and his presumptuous nature, overconfident and eccentric behaviour being the reason behind his biggest failure, that too to a younger demon! - A massive blow to his ego... Sebastian absolutely getting the upper hand on him once he loses his poise. A more established and esteemed demon losing in such a manor would absolutely make him a laughingstock among the inhabitants of hell... And it does. That too because of a human soul's aroma? Preposterous! Claude is absolutely seething in solitude. So, he makes up for his loss of reputation by unleashing absolute chaos onto whoever dares to even snicker at him.

The aroma of Ciel Phantomhive's soul... An aroma he had yet to ever encounter on his own adventures... Truly a noteworthy meal. He'd even applaud Sebastian if he wasn't kitten licking his bruised ego.

So, you can see why he's so perplexed when he senses the same fragrance back in hell... On a demon too... A pretty one, one lesser in status than him, but makes up with her resourcefulness. The unique skull like birthmark on your forehead, just above your adorable doe eyes, and the quiet buzzing of your wings makes him shudder in excitement. Ideas of you writhing underneath him... In his arms, as he makes you his own... Hmm exciting, no? So, like the opportunistic hunter he is, eager to win your affections he revels in the idea of a chase. Especially after one as mesmerising as you are ♡

🕸 ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ!ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅᴇ who searches high and low for you, but is stumped to see you are nowhere to be found... Where he wants you to be. Only for you to walk right into the palm of his hand. Clueless as to who even has his eyes on you. You, the runt of the litter just trying to find a place to settle, and you strut right into his lair for a measly amount of nectar and honey. Once he gets his hands on you however...He will never ever let you leave his sight. You're his whether you like it or not~

"There's no use in trying to run little one, you're mine now~"

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: @thefallofruins ╰➤ {ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ, ᴏʀ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪꜰɪᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ}

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

Can I request Undertaker from Black Butler x female witch reader who can't die? She's probably known Undertaker for 400 years now, and they're married.

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

Undertaker with a Witch! Reader Headcanons:

Fandom: Black Butler

Genre: sfw headcanons

Rated: G

Warnings: none

Admin Harmony🐯: I hope you enjoy this!

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

✿ The one thing that Undertaker would think when he first met his witch s/o is  that he thinks she is interesting. 

✿ He never really believed in witches and magic before so there was a short time when the two of you met he thought she was lying.

✿ But once she uses magic to prove to him that it actually exist he is amazed. 

✿ “How do you manage to do that?” 

✿ So you will have to explain to him about magic and how to do. 

✿ Will become more intrigued by it.

✿ will also watch you do your rituals with complete support and interest.

✿ would totally give his hand at magic as well.

✿ If he is able to do magic then he would so do magic with you. 

✿ Would also want you to show him how to do all kinds of different types.

✿  What also really intrigues him is that that you are immortal. 

✿ He has a a thing with immortality and death so to find out that you are also immortal he would want know exactly how can you be? 

✿ If his s/o wouldn’t mind he would totally expierment on her (in a safe way obivously.)

✿ He is still impressed by your magic skills and enjoys how useful it is. 

✿ loves watching you perform it and has interest in the ritual part of it. 

✿ Would also enjoy you explaining your alter and the things that are on it. 

✿  Would gift you a whole bunch of occult stuff. 

✿ plenty of spell books, candles, and supplies for your spells,  stuff for your alter will be gifted. 

✿ He will pay so much attention in what you like. 

✿ I mean he always has, even 400 years ago. 

✿ Once they are married, nothing is really different than when he treats  you when you first met. 

✿ he wont admit but he is super happy that you are immortal. 

✿ he will admit it, but not for a long time and only when he is a little bit more emotional than us

✿ I generally think undertaker as a husband is the same as when him and her date except he is more possessive, jealous and cherish her even more now.

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

[vante1920pm]

Can I have Gregory Violet jealousy hcs? 🌚

──;; 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ★☆

★ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: I've only watched the season today so it's gonna be ooc 😭 but I had this sudden boost of motivation so I hope you like it !! :)

◎ | black butler masterlist

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

☆ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: jealousy headcanons for my favorite prefect <3

☆ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: gregory violet/gn!reader

☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: probably ooc, mostly fluff, little bit of violence mentioned

-ㅤㅤ before dating

You didn't notice him before, but he most definitely noticed you immediately.

He was fascinated by you when he first laid his eyes on you. You were different than the others, he didn't exactly know why but he had this strange feeling in his chest when you locked eyes once.

He took his time observing you before you even talked. He found everything you do interesting and wanted to know more and more. But he also saw the way you interacted with others.

On one hand he was glad that you were so social, so he wouldn't have to do much except to make you notice him. But on the other hand, he had this feeling of disgusting jealousy when someone would touch your shoulder slightly or hug you goodbye. He wanted to do that too but also more. He wanted you for himself.

He did sketches of you that he would stare at before he goes to sleep, so he would have the chance to see you in his dreams. He also wrote letters to you that he never sent, because he described how he wanted to hurt everyone you were friends with and also your family. But he would make sure you never find them.

He was jealous that they could see your beautiful face everyday and he had to wait hours to days to get a glimpse of you.

He wasn't even trying it, but one evening, when you were sitting outside, he hid behind a tree and sketched you doing your homework. You noticed his hunched figure behind the tree, looking down on what he held in his hands. So you decided to approach him.

Well, from there on everything happened on its own and you got closer, until you confessed to him.

-ㅤㅤ while dating

Since you got into a relationship, his jealousy decreased as he now had you. But there were still moments of insecurities when some pretty person took your attention away from him.

You always noticed his mood going lower when you weren't focusing on him so you always made sure that he knew that no one compared to him, in your opinion at least.

Your reassuring words always made him feel calmer and relieved, he was definitely still jealous but it was bearable for him.

© 2024, vante1920pm

[rinaxtaros]

[08] | RED.

Summary: You and Sebastian are left to scout out the circus.

— undercover (adjective) involving secret work within a community or organization, especially for the purposes of police investigation or espionage.

"Are you ready?" The tall frame of the red and yellow striped tents casts an ominous shadow over both you and Sebastian’s beings. The faint glow from the flickering candle lights scattered throughout the grassy fields provides a dim luminescence. You glance at the taller man, taking in his features. Somehow, the yellow-lighting which would always make a regular person look absolutely dreadful, makes Sebastian look more alluring.

You try not to linger on the thought too long, though.

"Let's not keep them waiting too long.” You grumble, falling into pace with Sebastian. The demon had wasted no time in your arrival, as he had almost immediately switched into his feeble past-butler role. His love for theatrics was the most human thing about his existence.

Ciel had sent you and Sebastian join first as to give the younger boy the upper hand when coming the next day. Ciel wasn’t too good at acting on the spot so in his words, he wanted to be “prepared in a manner that the Queen herself would appreciate.”

“Hurry now, [y/n].” Sebastian calls sensually, shooting you a smug look. You scoff, not realising how you had fell behind. Each step causes the heel of your shoe to melt into the softened soil, causing your journey to be less than satisfactory.

“Stupid shoes…” You murmer, pulling your feet from the ground in a less than elegant manner. Who do you have to impress here? Some foul human involved in the disappearance and probable murder of young children? Even as a demon you know these people are worth less than the disgusting muck coated against your heels.

The performance had put you in a positively sour mood. Sebastian’s love for felines clouded his judgement and he put his head and the tigers mouth. Dwelling over the situation continues to make it feel less and less real and more like you’ve pulled the story out of your ass. You’re sure Ciel would shout at you for telling him lies if you reported this back to him.

However, the little stunt has now landed you in the medical tent and behind the iron privacy bars. You’ve unfortunately come to terms with the fact that Sebastian’s stupid decision has allowed you to gain closer insight to the dynamics behind the scenes.

"You seem quite alright even though your man got bit by a tiger, ye?" The ginger ringleader, Joker, laughs as he observes the sour look on your face. Sebastian had been acting coy with Beast and the medic, claiming he was just too fascinated with big cats.

You look over at the man who was a little too close for your liking and size him up. His face paint was starting to fade, probably from the layer of sweat he produced running around the circus to calm the patrons.

You flick your hair over your shoulder as you look back at your companion for the night, "He likes the attention.”

Sebastian’s eyes remained close, which you’re sure is on purpose because the stupid expression pisses you off to no end. Ciel would be absolutely fuming if Sebastian had pulled that stunt while he was here, so you know he’s aware how stupid it was.

In between conversations, the busty tiger tamer you now know as the stage name Beast had promptly beelined towards the busy doctor. She was complaining about her prosthetic leg and how it was starting to lock up on her. Sebastian was quick to ask a few questions as prosthetics aren’t an openly common practice within your part of England.

You ignore how Joker burns holes into your body. He was unabashedly checking you out, but you paid no mind. You understand his questionable approach to your identity seeing as your clothes aren’t far off from your normal attire. Joker observes how maid-like your dress is but you surprisingly didn't dawn any of the usual frilly material or awfully tacky headband. The rest of the crew recognise how connected you and Sebastian seem to be seeing as you two seem to have silent conversations with each other just by looking at each other. To them, however, you look like a pair.

Sebastian had maneauvered himself beside Beast who perched herself onto the desk in front of the doctor. He was quick and no one within the tent had realised what Sebastian was doing before he lifted the girls leg and subsequently exposed her panties to everyone looking at the two.

A pregnant pause falls over the tent. You watch, eyes darting between every member of the circus.

One beat, two beat, thr—

Swiftly, you’ve placed yourself to the side of the commotion. Before anyone could blink, Beast screams and grasps her whip. Joker and the chirpy blonde one are crying out for the commotion to stop just as quickly as it’s started. However, in the middle of the chaos, Sebastian smiles.

Truthfully, it is quite amusing to watch Sebastian barely break a sweat when avoiding the onslaught attack.

All fun must come to an end, though.

"I'm afraid we must get going now." Your hand grabs the whip as it flies out in front of you. No one had noticed the your quick manoeuvre across the room until you placed yourself in the middle of the chaos. Beast stutters to find the right words as her whip is pulled out of her hands and dropped to the dirt floor with a dulled thud.

Sebastian waves his free hand as a goodbye gesture as you’re currently grabbing the sleeve of his other hand.

Sebastian follows without much of a fight, but he mumbles something as Joker comes running after you both. Surprisingly, he’s able to keep up with your fast-paced walk.

"Hey! Wait a minute, won't ya?" He asks hopefully, extending a hand "Those are some gymnastics you have there lad, and you can move fast lass!”

Sebastian places a gentle hand over your own. You freeze, staring at him. The fist you created on his blazer unclenches and falls to your side.

"I would offer you a place but-"

"Oh, really, you're not having a jest?" Sebastian smiles kindly "I am getting quite sick of my current master...” Sebastian pauses, looking back at you with a devious smile.

You furrow your brows, that good for nothing is up to something!

“My partner too." Sebastian lifts his hand to smooth down your hair. Your words get caught in your mouth as you realise what stunt he is now pulling. You try your best to smile through the irritation as you know Sebastian is enjoying the whole act.

Joker smiles brightly "Great! We'll have auditions tomorrow!"

Sebastian bows "You don't mind if I bring a friend along?" Joker shakes his head "If he's half as good as you I'm sure he'll do well!"

"I'm sure he will.” You add, cutting off the conversation. As much as you could care less about the conversation you just wanted to cut Sebastian’s fun off quicker. Knowing your luck, he was going to start holding your hand.

Ugh.

“Your behaviour was reckless, Sebastian.” You scold Sebastian as you mindlessly walk back to the Phantomhive manor. Your footsteps fall in sync, each crunch, snap and step sounding simultaneously. A pregnant silence falls between both you and Sebastian. The sound of the night surrounds you as the sounds of the wildlife settle in the bushes encasing the pathways.

“Reckless? How so?” Sebastian humours as he continues to walk, unfazed by your annoyance. You clicks your tongue and your roll your eyes as you glance at Sebastian. Of course he has that cocky smile on his face.

”You got your head stuck in the tigers jaw, then you had to go and reveal Beast to her team.” Sebastian muffles a laugh, eyes flicking leisurely to his right to look down at you. You stare back with frustration glazed over your pupils. 

Sebastian laughs as he realises you won’t step down from the petty argument.

“It was just an accident, love.” He smiles, “You aren’t jealous are you, sin of Lust?” He teases as he raises his gloved hand grasp your chin, effectively stopping the two from walking and you from turning away. Automatically, you turn your body to get a better look at the flirtatious demon, hardening your gaze as you grasp at the hand on your chin. You try to push it away but his grips on stronger. His tongue flicks out to wet his lip, lowering his head to close the gap between them. He enjoys watching you struggle.

”Don’t flirt with me, Michaelis.” You spit, “A typical man, aren’t you? Using sexual advances to get out of an argument.” You take the chance to plant your hands against his chest and push. Sebastian falls back a few steps, spluttering.

“I am not jealous.”

With that, you turn on your heel and begin to walk away; leaving Sebastian in the dark of the night.

As Sebastian stands in the dark and watched your figure disappear into the night sky, he decides that he quite likes this dynamic.

[thatanimewriter]

SNAKE'S THE TYPE OF GUY.

➳ synopsis: things snake is the type of guy to do

➳ character/s: snake

➳ warnings: none, a mix of romantic and platonic hc's

➳ notes: i hope you snake stans are holding up ok cause i ain't-

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

snake's the type of guy to cling to you for warmth in the winter and pout when if don't let him

snake's the type of guy to let you have one of his snakes so he always knows where you are (or at least can send one of his own snakes to come find you)

snake's the type of guy to blush at any compliment and never be able to look at you for the rest of the day

snake's the type of guy to go "says snake" every time he says something of his own volition

snake's the type of guy to flinch if you touch his scaled because they're super sensitive

snake's the type of guy to pull the blankets up higher for you if you've fallen asleep before him

snake's the type of guy to struggle to ask for a kiss and lightly tug on your sleeve instead of verbally asking

snake's the type of guy to kiss you very softly and after getting comfortable, refuses to accept a peck (he wants a solid 3 seconds, nothing more, nothing less)

snake's the type of guy to never forget a single birthday or anniversary and have planned things months in advance

snake's the type of guy to wrap himself in a blanket burrito when he's sick and isn't getting enough attention

snake's the type of guy to follow the 5 second rule

snake's the type of guy to have the most horrific bed head in existence

snake's the type of guy to talk about how his circus family would've interacted with you and what they would've thought about you

snake's the type of guy to have super wide eyes and chipmunk cheeks when he tries new dishes he really likes

snake's the type of guy to stare at you and if he gets caught he scurries away

snake's the type of guy to mentally imprint the image of you in his circus outfit into his memory forever

snake's the type of guy to have a picture of you on him at all times

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Demon Standards - Sebastian Michaelis (Kuroshitsuji) ~ On Going

Summary:

It is common knowledge that women in the 19th century lived an oppressed and atrocious life, lacking their rights and having their only meaning in that men-ruled society, assigned by gender roles, was looking pleasant to the eye of the viewer, birth-giving and house-keeping. Nevertheless, there have always been those brave exceptions that have been striving to prove themselves relevant and worth as women of intellect, through different ways. This is the story of a young girl, trying to use her talent in the science field for the greater good of the country and her path to success. Will she be able to survive and succeed alone in her life-goal? Or will she find support in the most unexpected of places?

Chapter 1 - Profile Chapter 2 - Pariah Chapter 3 - Professional Shinigami Beater Chapter 4 - Odd-One Out Chapter 5 - Anti-Thesis Chapter 6 - Smiling Black Vixen Chapter 7 - Death After Life Chapter 8 - Wǒ de Huxian Chapter 9 - Poisonous Grip Chapter 10 - Dearly Departed Chapter 11 - Shatter Me Chapter 12 - Safe Haven Chapter 13 - My Most Precious Treasure Chapter 14 - Witchy Trials

[married-to-google-translater]

Request: hi, can I have headcanons of the black butler butlers and reapers with a dear who has... a very acidic and morbid humor, makes jokes about everything and everyone, including them. no matter the situation, however, they discover that the darling only makes these types of jokes with those she likes. It means it's the way she shows affection to them

This is for Undertaker now :3

I will write others later... Right now it's 0:15 am and I am a little eepy.

Undertaker

Undertaker would really love this. He thinks your sense of humor would be one of the best things about your relationship. It had been that way from the beginning. You always made him laugh.

Undertaker appreciates people who make him laugh... He likes it especially in surprising situations. Sometimes you just say something that makes him roll with laughter.

Good days...

Undertaker wishes it could always be this way. Humor knows no bounds with him. The Undertaker doesn't mind if you make fun of him once in a while.

At first, Undertaker thinks you're joking with everyone like that. He doesn't think he's special. This wouldn't bother him much either.

However, when he learns that you are like this only with him, it would warm his heart. The Undertaker couldn't say why. It had been a long time since he had felt this way.

After this, you could see him smiling a lot and laughing more at your jokes.

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒚 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟑

(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: smut smut some more smut just smut scenes. all the smut.

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

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 3: 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕭𝖚𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗; 𝕬𝖙 𝕸𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

“Sebastian!” you moan and he pumps his fingers in and out of you. His long digits feel their way inside you, rubbing against your squelching, gummy walls. You can’t help but gasp, feeling them curl inside you. 

His mouth is against the skin on the nape of your neck and you feel him smirk. His hand plays with your breast, pulling and teasing your already hard nipple. You’ve never even heard of these things being done to a woman. Lewd, degrading, but at the same time, it feels so good! 

When you had heard the older ladies gossip about these night-time, bedroom, activities, they always spoke of how it was such a chore, and how men would just do what they had to, leaving them feeling unsatisfied to the point of irritation. Sebastian was the antithesis of these stories. He gave pleasure instead of only seeking it himself. Constantly making sure he helped you feel good. 

“If demons are like this, then perhaps being tempted is not truly such a bad thing as the church states…” you thought to yourself, feeling yourself melt under his fingertips.

He releases his clamp on your skin with a loud ‘pop’, and he looks at you and smiles. “You’re being so patient and good for me, my lady.” There's a flash of white fangs and his voice is low in your ear, punctuated by the repeated wet sounds from your pussy. 

A shiver runs down your spine that has nothing to do with the fact that he is still playing with you down below. “Keep being so good for me, darling, and you will be rewarded,” he says and plants a kiss on your forehead. You nod. He lowers his head and pulls one of your nipples into his mouth. Your skin is like burning ice, and the heat of his devilish mouth burns like the flames of hell. Your body writhes. You move to his rhythm, following his unspoken orders. A pressure builds up, starting low in your abdomen and Sebastian hears his name whispered in near reverence as you clutch at the bed sheets. You can feel yourself reaching the precipice of this pleasure. The dam is about to break; the water will spill in a matter of moments; and suddenly Sebastian is gone. His fingers aren’t in you anymore.

You cry out in surprise and dismay. The lack of Sebastian’s touch makes you feel so empty. He chuckles. His lips come down on yours again. “Now now, I can’t let you finish up so early can I?” he tells you gently brushing his lips against yours. 

 He unbuttons his trousers and removes them with his underclothes and the rest of his clothes. His cock stands already hard and dripping precum. Leaning over you he kisses you between your breasts, then your stomach,  your navel travelling all the way down to your clit. He peppers kisses all over you while his cock hovers just outside your entrance, lightly brushing against it. You shiver in anticipation and stroke his hair.

“Sebastian,” you whine, “Please!” He chuckles again, darker this time. You close your eyes as you feel him enter you. You’ve had him before but only once. His size is still novel, you feel the painful stretch. Your hands find refuge in his hair as he continues to push in. 

Though he is gentle, you can't help but feel a few tears escape. Sebastian dips and licks them off your skin, savouring the salt. You are divine. Exquisite. He pins you down by the waist, effectively making sure he is the one to control the speed and force of his introduction. Your fingers are entangled in his hair; he growls when you pull at it, and bites down your collarbone. There is sure to be a mark there tomorrow morning but you don’t think about that, because Sebastian has now entered you to the hilt.

He stills, allowing you to adjust to his girth, “Is this okay?” You nod, raising your hips to encourage movement from his side. Understanding you, Sebastian now lowers his head down to kiss you softly before starting to move. There is a slight pain but a quick-blooming feeling of pleasure. Whatever he had built with his fingers had not disappeared completely, waking up again with a few thrusts. He moves his lips to your neck and you arch your back, feeling sharp teeth against your skin. He picks up the pace. Sebastian never fails to pay attention to details. His hands are all over you. Touching you, feeling you – as if he can’t get enough. He leaves a trail of fast-cooling wet kisses over your body. 

“Is this good for you?” he groans in your ear. 

“Yes! More, please!” You moan out breathily. You have been waiting for this for so long. 

His thrusts get harder, cock bullying your cunt. You cannot fathom what makes this man so attractive. He has you under his spell, as if knowing you for the longest time. A scholar, studying you intimately. With every touch, your body responds to him. Back arching, head thrown back. And then there was that knot inside you. The pressure that just keeps building each second. 

You drag your nails down his back, hearing him growl darkly against your jaw where he had been marking you with little bites; his tongue licking away at your pliant skin. He kisses down to your earlobe, taking the soft skin into his mouth, sucking on it. You feel yourslef  getting close; your climax is imminent. You cry out the demon's name, desperation clinging to each syllable. In response, he rides into you faster, his cock hits your inside walls hard. You let out a scream and immediately his hand is on your mouth silencing you.

“My lady,” he says softly, “As much as I want to hear you sing for me, this is not an opportune time for it. Someone might hear....” He chuckles as if it is a funny joke, but you cannot spare the time to think about that. Every move overwhelms you. And here you are at the edge, and the man above doesn’t seem any different from his usual calm, put-together self.

“Sebastian…” you let out an animalistic groan, raking your fingernails down his back. You feel him shudder and then without warning he puts his hand down to where he had entered you. You felt him touch something, and then – an explosion of fireworks. Everything is a blur. Your eyes shut and you see the strange wriggly worms swimming across the darkness behind your lids. Your hips reach out to his body of their own will; you ride out your orgasm on his cock, bucking and keening.  You have to have died. No, it can’t be real. What you feel is nothing like you have ever known. 

As you come down from your high, Sebastian withdraws from inside you gently. “Wait, Sebastian. You haven’t reached your climax yet!” you protest. You may have been new to the art, but you had overheard things– enough to know this.

“I don’t wish to wear you out my lady.” Sebastian says, wiping the sweat from your brow. You look at the man. His hair is a mess suffering – in your vice like grip. His back is marked with the thin red lines your nails had bestown. But otherwise he looks impeccable. And there you were, ruffles and bundles. A sheen of sweat on your body and a sticky wetness between your legs. 

You shake your head, “Please Sebastian. Tell me what to do, teach me how to make you feel as good as you have made me feel. I want you to reach the finish as well…”

Sebastian smiles. Getting off the bed he says, “All in good time my lady. But for tonight, you have had enough. I do not wish to overwhelm you, and end up hurting you. I will take care of it myself.” He reassures, flashing you his signature smile. 

It surprises you how bold you have gotten around him but you pat the down beside you, earning you a puzzled look from the man. “I insist, my lady, I ca—”

“Yes, you can. However, I’d like to watch while you do… Please, if you don’t mind. And I would very much like it, if you held me for the night after you did.”

“Very well, my lady.” Sebastian says, his smile widening. He lies down beside you, positioning himself so you can watch, and runs his hand over himself. You stared, transfixed on the elegant movements; questioning how an act that is considered so vile by the people of society could be made to look so beautiful in reality. The long fingers and the contrasting dark nails on his length are mesmerising, and your jaw drops as you stare. 

You move towards Sebastian, and getting on your knees you put in your own hand, not fully realising what you are doing till you hear Sebastian’s voice saying, “My lady?” You shake your head and mimic his movements, stroking the warm shaft. His breathing turns short and quick much like yours had been just a little while before. “Faster, please” you hear Sebastian say, and you comply. “More, squeeze it, gently.”

Your small hands follow his every order. You can feel him getting harder than ever as he gets closer to his own climax. He stutters and white sticky liquid squirts out from his cock spilling over your fingers. You stop, staring at it wide-eyed. 

“Would you like to taste it, my lady? I’d like you to.” You looked at Sebastian. His eyes are heavy-lidded, and glowing red in the darkness. You face him, a stray strip of moonlight slicing across your naked body, the only source of illumination in the room. You stick out your tongue and run it over the liquid on your hand. To say it tasted good would have been a lie, but something about the act was so erotic that you couldn’t stop. 

A shudder under you and you know Sebastian liked it too, so you continue; putting a finger into your mouth and sucking, licking. Sebastian grabs your hair, and pulls you down onto him kissing you. “You are so beautiful.” He says, sucking on your bottom lip. “So absolutely gorgeous, I can’t believe it!”

Suddenly fatigue is hits you and you slump into his embrace. You can feel yourself winding down. Sebastian lays you on the cool sheets, he moves to get up. “Sebastian, don’t go…” you plead softly.

“I’m right here, I’m just getting a washcloth to clean us up.” He replies. He’s back before you know it and a warm cloth presses against your legs. You spread them for him and he wipes you down, cleaning himself off as well. He lays down beside you and you feel your thick blanket cover you. Sleep slowly pulls you under 

“Sebastian?” you murmur.

“Mhmmm? What is it, my lady?”

“What time is it now?”

“Midnight.”

A/N: We aren't done. There's more to come darlings.

Likes and Reblogs are much appreciated and comments will fuel the writing engine.

Masterlist

[fanfictionsworld]

A rabbit and a wolf

sebastian x fem reader/obssesive behavior/stalking/confident but easily embarrassed reader/you could say self-indolgent

A loud gasp escape your lips,the sound of bed hitting the wall was matching the sound of your lips.Sebastian without mercy pound your pussy like there was no tomorrow and how could he not you were the sweetest most annoying thing in the world,but you were his.Your back being blown out you could not take it any more,it was good so fucking good.You know better then to anger him but my god was the anger in the sex so good.You could barley think of anything.Eyes rolled to the back of your head fifth orgasam coming and you could not even speak.Yelling his name and your pussy being filled to the brim was amazing.In a second after coming from yet another high he was back in you again,going hard destroying your insides like it was nothing to him,and you were loveing it.God yes you were strong and independent and he knew that ,but god did he wanted to break it and maybe some part of you wanted that.Pulling you out of your thoughts was a loud slap on your ass which caused you to moan even more.,,What is it my slut you like that,i can feel your pussy clench around my cock whore."Oh god did you love that nickname.Yes you were a slut but for him,for his cock and no one else and it felt good.,,This fucking pussy is mine,all mine,your body your soul is mine do hear my rabbit,if you so much as look or speak in any mans direction i will kill him and you,i will fuck you until your fucking pussy remembers how her master is,do you hear me little rabbite,well do you", pulling your hair your fucked face closer to his you could barely say anything but mumbling yes was enough for him.His pace become faster and harder he was hitting all the spots his cock was piercing threw you.You could not think your brain was just about his big fat cock destroying you and you enjoying it.As you grew close to the high you screamed so hard you were sure you woke up the whole building.Finishing you lay there on the bed breathless,unabel to speak Sebastian took you to the bathroom washed you dressed you.,,Darling how are you feeling was i to hard,did i hurt you"Sebastian asked looking form some bruise he might have left knowing he was to lost in the moment.,,No i am fine and you were perfect as alwasy darling,but maybe next time do go a bit harder i can take it." you said mischief in your eyes ,,Oh really well you little minx i will be sure to remember that now gets some rest my love."