#Cheslock x reader

[sempsimps]

Gregory + Cheslock x reader nail painting

So they are separate, but I wanted to paint their nails okay, so I'll do wholesome first, and I'll add a line for NSFW stuffs. All right, chill :)

Gregory-

-He loves to paint his nails it's just like normal painting, and it looks pretty, although it isn't typically for males, but he doesn't mind

-It's a good distraction when life gets too much, ya know, and he will do Cheslock's his if he asked for some help

Late in the evening, chilling in his room, talking or just sitting in silence and carefully doing his nails.

"So, how was your day"

Gregory looked up at me and sighed deeply before giving an answer.

"It was... busy"

I nodded and carefully turned his hand to get a better angle to paint his thumb.

"Yeah, you are a prefect, after all. You get a lot of ... uh sidequests"

a tilt of his head told me he thought it was an odd description but smiled a little, shaking his head. I applied the polish once. twice, three times, and then it was done. now to do the other hand, which he gave quickly. softly admiring the first set as they dried, glistening in the light, once I was done, he stared at them for a while.

"Thank you"

"Don't worry, I'm happy to do them"

I smiled and started to do my own nails to look pretty. But as I felt a hand reach out for mine, I looked up at him. He glanced away before asking.

"Could i do them for you?"

"Oh y yeah, have at it"

His touch was gentle, and he did the same treatment I did for him. He seemed to either know what he was doing or was a very fast learner. Either way, they looked immaculate by the end.

Cheslock-

-I feel like he has a little bit of anger management, and painting / picking the nail polish works to calm down. but he can't do it himself that well, so he either gets Gregory, or you to do them, it looks better, and he'll feel a little bad about ruining it, but it's better than blowing up at people.

-and if people judge, he just yells at them. idk

-He likes to rant doing it since you'll listen to him, but it's like a comfortable silence when Gregory does it. Instead, Cheslock wouldn't start the conversation unless Gregory did. idk

He sat cross-legged on the floor, one hand in your lap that was being yassified using the other hand to gesture during his new rant.

"And then he went on to say I was in the wrong! like I wasn't educated in the subject. Also, I'm a damn prefect! He shouldn't argue with me of all people!"

He gestured with his spare hand to emphasize his point, showing frustration with the student by waving it in the air and occasionally pushing it forward. As I attempted to paint his other nails, some polish smudged onto his skin. However, I chose not to say anything, as it was best to allow him to stim.

"Wow, really? and what else did he say?"

I was genuinely curious about what this ballsy person had to say. I briefly paused in the nail painting to look at him, my eyes asking for the continuation of the story.

"Oh, don't get me started, he continued to -"

He kept telling me what happened and soon had to switch hands, keeping still to let them dry. When this happened, He remained silent, smiling at the completed set, feeling both amazed and impressed at how quickly it was done despite his fidgeting. Once it was done, you started painting your own nails, not wanting to end the conversation just yet. However, then it was lights out, and you both went to your separate dorm rooms.

=====okay here's the spicy ideas i had for the same thing=====

warning

cock warming

men whimpering

Gregory is a bottom / Cheslock is a top (SEPARATED THO)

(send me feral ass outside to touch grass, or water, or fire, like anything not electronic, or in my house)

trying not to move?

doing two things at once??? I guess??

Gregory-

I was deeply focused on the hand I was painting carefully running the brush along it, but the hand I was holding suddenly flexed, and I smeared some of the nail polish onto his skin

"Hey, keep still, please,"

"mh trying"

I felt him twitch at my words. I was on top of Gregory, his member inside of my hole, with my thighs on either side of his waist. Gregory's head was lulled back on the pillows. He was biting his lips, trying his best not to move. his other hand digging into my thigh to keep him grounded. he was panting a little and occasionally let out a whimper. It was cute because I had only done three nails on one hand. and there was so much left to do. he was already this sensitive, trying his hardest not to thrust up into me. I was just finishing the fourth nail, but I leaned over to gather more polish from the bottle resting on his chest. coating the brush again, as I moved Gregory whimpered. I felt a slight shift of his cock, this made me pause and let out a shaky breath, as my hole clenched, in response to it another soft buck made the bottle of polish almost tip, and my thigh have a slight spasm. I was teasingly slow with it, but it was getting to me now, I understood why he was coming undone so fast, but I wasn't going to leave a job halfway done.

Cheslock-

it was getting hard to focus. All I could feel was Cheslock, his hands resting on my chest, and playing with my nipples. my legs were around his waist as he sat on the heel of his feet. and his cock was deeply buried inside of me, as a random roll of his hips made me lose my brain every time. his teasing laugh echoed in the room.

"Hehe, come on, don't you want to make me look pretty?"

"y yeah, just ah, it's g getting increasingly! difficult. t that's all"

I snapped back. I planned to do it, just that, but this position was making it hard. Even breathing was a challenge to do while he was being a prick and purposely making me mess it up. As I painted his nails, I couldn't help but notice my hand shaking a few times from his teasing actions, leaving accidentally smudges of black nail polish on his fingertips. Cheslock didn't say anything, but his teasing tsk tsk let me know he noticed. As I finished one hand and started on the other, Cheslock calmly took the brush from my hand, closed the polish bottle, and moved it to the side. before slamming my wrists up and rolling his whole body fully connected to mine, leaning over to kiss my lips

Okay so I hope that was ya know at least enjoyable to read I had this thought with a friend they were innocent and I was like "But hear me out sex" and so here it is look at that I also ended them both quickly I was losing some motivation but oh well (i also hope its not very obvious who I like more o_o definitely not)

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[fanfictionsworld]

Okay I know its been a long time since you saw but I have like a lot of stuff going on my life some good some bad I just csme here beacuse well I have been oppsed about a toguht which is which of the Black bulter man like chubbier women

First os Diedrich i mean come on you cant tell me he doesnt he like soft belly more then anything and of coures bones is your cooking beacuse honestly you have to feed the man.

Herman beacuse I said so and beacuse baicsly the same as Diedrich plus he loves thighs.

Then Undertaker i see him resting in your tummy like pillow after a hard day

Wolfram beacuse again hungery German boy and beacuse well he is huge and tall.

And lastly Cheslock i know right but I think he would love the softer sieds and would cuddel you non-stop not to mention he loves the size of your ass

WITH LOVE TO MY FELLOW CHUBBY GIRLS I LOVE YOUUUU 😘😘😘

[vante1920pm]

ㅤㅤㅤ ›✭ prefect 4 + fags !!

── fluff ( ✧ ) › ── angst ( ⚘ ) › ── mini series ( ﻬ꜆ )

EDGAR ! ✩

best and worst traits - hc, ft. edgar, lawrence, herman, gregory

the pets you would get together - hc, ft. edgar, lawrence, herman, gregory

LAWRENCE ! ✩

best and worst traits - hc, ft. edgar, lawrence, herman, gregory

the pets you would get together - hc, ft. edgar, lawrence, herman, gregory

HERMAN ! ✩

best and worst traits - hc, ft. edgar, lawrence, herman, gregory

the pets you would get together - hc, ft. edgar, lawrence, herman, gregory

GREGORY ! ✩

jealous headcanons - hc, fluff ( ✧ )

best and worst traits - hc, ft. edgar, lawrence, herman, gregory

the pets you would get together - hc, ft. edgar, lawrence, herman, gregory

CHESLOCK ! ✩

── nothing yet

CLAYTON ! ✩

── nothing yet

EDWARD ! ✩

── nothing yet

JOANNE ! ✩

── nothing yet

MAURICE ! ✩

── nothing yet

© 2024, vante1920pm

[violetscharcoal]

Backstage tour from Idol cheslock!

(m/f, pronounce aren't mentioned, smut)

notes: collab with @hantaslittlearsonist !!!

It started as just regular admiration. You saw some videos online of him and thought he was hot and made cool music! so you started listening to his songs in the bus, during walks and just while doing anything to be honest!

So when there was a concert announced in your area you were excited! You got some tickets for you and your friends! Because of course your parents still won't let you go alone to concerts… 

But now you're getting ready with your friends! You sit in her room while doing your makeup, just a simple winged eyeliner with eyeshadow and black lipstick! Simple… right? Nope! It’s now at least the seventh time you tried it! Your eyeliner keeps being wonky or not even at both sides! So eventually you get fed up and throw the pencil to the other side of the room. Your friend takes notice and sighs, walks over and picks it up for you. “Let me do it…” she mumbles and sits down before you, getting close to you and starts doing your makeup. You hold in your breath as she works, feeling her fingers carefully glide over your sensitive skin. After a minute or two you look back in the mirror, your eyeliner looks amazing! "Thank bae.” you tell her, using your nickname for her. You stand up and look at your outfit.

“Is it too plain?” You think out loud, forgetting about the other person in the room. “Let me help you!” Your friend spoke as she gave you a belt, you put it on and it indeed made you look better! She suddenly comes up behind you and moves your skirt to be higher, showing off your thighs more. You gasp and look in the mirror again,“Isn't this too short?..” you mumble nervously. “Do you want guys to notice you or not?” she speaks in defense, you sign, not having an argument back so you're just accepting it… 

So now you're at the concert! You're at the front, you can almost touch the stage! Cheslock enters the stage. He performs a few songs, during them you can feel him staring at you, even going as far as giving you a few winks. Of course you're mesmerized by it but see it as nothing more than just fanservice! because that’s it… right? Time skip to the end of the concert, you walk around looking for your friend, but she's nowhere to be seen. You stand still to grab your phone out of your purse, but then you feel a hand grabbing your ass. You freeze up in shock, then you hear a familiar voice speak, “Do you want a backstage tour?”. 

Your idol, or rather celebrity crush is standing behind you, groping your ass, offering you private time with him? How could you refuse? So you nod. He moves his hand over to your hip, leading you to a secret door near the stage. You go in and see a few crew people but it's pretty calm. just people cleaning everything up after the performance. Cheslock takes your hand and leads you to his dressing room…

As soon as you come in he closes the door, you yelp from the loud noise. Put that quickly gets forgotten as you get pinned against the vanity table in the room. You feel his hand go under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “You're a really big fan, eh?” the popstar speaks in a soft voice, much different from his usual screaming in his songs. You nod again, too flushed to give a proper answer, you slowly feel his other hand creep up on your thigh. “Did you wear a dress this short for me? My darling." Cheslock spoke, his hand slowly touching your panties. “we better get rid of those soon mh?”. 

You gasp in shock, but he just sees it as an invitation. He pulls them off, sliding them all the way down over your heels. He smells them and puts them in his pocket. “A small keepsake from meeting my biggest fan!” he smirks and looks you deep in your eyes. But really he's just distracting you from how he's slowly spreading your legs. You have no time to react as he already shoves one finger in you. A moan leaves your mouth before you even notice it. Cheslock scoffs and puts another finger in. “You're just a little slut, aren’t you?” he spits out, but your honestly getting fuck too hard to respond. All the more reason for him to put in a third finger! “Cheslock… please, I’m close!” you moan out, the first thing you’ve said to your idol… 

But of course after you said that he stops, he takes his now slimy finger out of you and stares at them for a moment, then he puts them into his mouth. “mh salty! Do you drink enough water, sweetheart?” Cheslock says, leaving you embarrassed. He glares at you, “oh you want my cock now… don’t you?”. He raises an eyebrow but then does his usual cocky grin. “I suppose I’ll let you get a taste of it!”. He unzips his leather pants from his performance outfit, he whips out his erect dick from his underwear. It was massive indeed… You heard online about him hooking up with fan girls, you never expected him to choose you! But still whenever you heard the stories you couldn’t help but feel jealous! The fan girls were definitely right about his cock being big… He lines it up with your wet cunt, but before he puts it in tho, he looks up at you. “Do you wanna get fuck by your absolute favorite popstar? "My little slut?” He says, looking up ‘innocently’ at you. You have no other choice but to accept! So you nod, and he slowly starts pushing it in. You start moaning again. He is fully in after a bit, “Do you want me to start moving, darling?”, he smirks, not listening to your answer and just starts doing it already. You feel your previous orgasm coming close again, he hits you in all the right spots! So it's understandable when you reach your climax fairly early. You let out one loud pathetic moan, hoping none of his crew people will hear from outside his dressing room. Either way! You're still pushed against his vanity, and now creaming on his cock. He starts to laugh, out of amusement. “You really are a whore for me?  Huh…", he looks at you with a sadistic smile. You lean onto him, feeling good but also quite uncomfortable after your orgasm. He does hold you but lets go after a bit, letting you fall onto the ground. Hurting your already weak knees even more. You look up at him, confused. “You still need to make me cum, gorgeous.” he purrs at you. He grabs your hair thighly and pulls at it, guiding your mouth to his dick. So you do the only thing you can do in this situation, sucking it. Gently sliding it  into your mouth, using your saliva as a sort of lube. You reach the base and pull back a bit again to let your tongue play around with his tip. Cheslock groans, and also finally reaches his climax, cumming into your mouth. He pulls out of your mouth and looks down at you. “swallow it up sweetheart!” he says with a breathy voice, his mind dizzy. You do as he says and gulp down his seed. He lets you stand up again. "Alright, time for you to go now!”, he quickly says, reminding you that he has absolutely no actual romantic interest in you. You were just a toy for him to use for a few minutes! And nothing more! :) 

[dazedantics]

Written 2yrs ago and haven't reread it (just posting here) so may be more cringe than my current writing. Yes, I had the mangas in hand as I searched for dates and details. Ready 4 new black butler season: my offering

Gregory Violet x Fem. Noble Reader

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The word "fag" will be mentioned in this story, but it only means someone who does a lot of things for a house's prefect.  Hope you enjoy.

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2 June 1889

Dear Diary,

It is finally the 2nd of June, just two days before Weston College's interhouse cricket tournament. That means tomorrow the tournament eve's festivities will be held and I can once again meet my beloved Gregory at his school.  I hate that his school prevents me from seeing him often, but he seems happy going there and he sends me many letters with some of his lovely drawings, many inspired by the people at his school, so I suppose it's not all bad.  His house may not win the tournament this year, but I know that at least his house's match will be entertaining, as it is every year.  I wonder if he'll be busy drawing instead of participating again this year?  Or if he'll dance with me after the tournament ceremony tomorrow.  I usually dance with his fag [a fag, in this, means someone who acts similar to a butler towards the house prefect], Cheslock, or Scarlet Fox's prefect, Edgar.  They're both wonderful, but I'd rather dance with Gregory, he is my betrothed after all.  If he declines tomorrow, then I'll just have to drag him onto the dance floor.  It's very unlady-like to do so, but I must dance with him at least once before we're married.  And besides, I've seen some girls oogling him during the festivities in previous years, and I'm not fond of it.  They are either too shy or scared to actually talk to him, but that doesn't mean the same can be said for this year.  I know his heart belongs to me, but I can't help but want to make that clear to those ladies by dancing with him.  Yes, I've decided, I will dance with Gregory tomorrow, no matter what I must say or do to make it happen.

-Y/N L/N

3 June 1889

Dear diary,

Today was absolutely wonderful!  After each house and their players entered the Grand Dining Hall and the P4 lit the Flame of Saint George, the festivities began.  Well, after the vice headmaster fell down the stairs.  It was startling, he had blood running down his brow, but he walked around just fine afterwards.  He's always been rather clumsy, but I think this is the first time he's ever got himself hurt that bad.  I hope he's truly okay.  But, anyhow, I finally got to dance with Gregory!  I can feel his hand on my waist and in mine as if he is still guiding me across the Grand Hall's floor.  My heart is still jumping with excitement.  He was wasn't too thrilled at first and protested profusely, but Edgar and Cheslock convinced him to dance with me.  He sighed and, reluctantly, led me in a dance with a pout on his face.  But his frown soon turned upside down as we talked throughout the dance.  I told him what's been happening with me and vice versa.  He has such a lovely smile, I wish he showed it more often.  I'll figure out every small thing that makes him smile soon, and do my best to keep him happy.  Oh, and before I forget, I met the new housemaster and student of Sapphire Owl House that Gregory mentioned in his letters.  The new housemaster's very tall and handsom (and appears to be much younger than the other housemasters), and says such flattering words.  But, I can tell that his smile's fake and his words insincere.  He was trying to leave the ceremony early but was prevented from doing so.  As for the new student, he's short and cute, in a younger brother sort of way.  His house's prefect, Lawrence, and his rather large family were surrounding him, as well as Green Lion's fag, Edward, and his family, for a majority of the night.  According to what Gregory's said, and from what I've seen, the two are very popular.  Gregory thinks there's something suspicious about the pair, though.  I hope it's nothing to be concerned about.  Anyways, tomorrow is the start of the cricket tournament.  I won't be able to be with Gregory the whole day since he'll have to be waiting with and for his house to play, but I'll be cheering him on wholeheartedly from the sidelines.

-Y/N L/N

[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love (Book 3) Chapter Three

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Three: One Hell of an Investigation

Summary: Sebastian and (Y/N) investigate Maurice Cole for Ciel.

 

           Sebastian and (Y/N) could freely move about the school as housemasters, so when it came to tailing Maurice Cole for signs of dishonesty as a drudge, it was quite doable—especially for two demons of their caliber. So, once 9:00 hit, they followed him to a music room where he was meeting with two younger students during their first period recess.

            “Cole! We’ve done as you asked!” said one of the boys eagerly handing over a folder.

            Cole opened it and flipped through the sheets of data. He smiled brightly, and (Y/N) didn’t miss how he used his reputation as the most beautiful student in school to his advantage. “Thank you,” he said. “You’ve been a great help. There’s just no end to the duties of a prefect’s drudge, you know! But let’s make this our little secret, alright?” He winked.

            “We understand completely!” chorused the two underclassmen. “We’re happy we were able to be of assistance.”

            “I’ve got to decide on my own drudge soon. A fellow as capable as the two of you!” Cole smiled and waved before leaving the underclassmen to squabble over who might get chosen—though his lies and manipulation was clear.

            From outside the room where they listened carefully, (Y/N) and Sebastian exchanged a look. They just needed to ensure that Cole was passing the work off as his own. So, they slipped from the school building towards Scarlet Fox House and scaled the outside to hang and watch. Cole approached Redmond’s door. He knocked.

            “Excuse me,” he said politely as he entered. “Redmond, I’ve compiled the data as you requested.”

            “That was quick,” said Redmond in surprise. He took the folder and examined the work. He smiled. “You’ve done your usual neat job of it, I see. You’re always a great help.”

            “No, no, not at all,” said Cole, deflecting with demure humility. “Oh, right. Do you have any requests for your snack today?”

            “Now let me see.” Redmond considered. “It’s been some time since I’ve had your lemon myrtle souffle glace. I’d like to have a taste of that again.”

            “Gladly!” said Cole, saluting cutely.

            (Y/N) raised a brow. There was no way to have that prepared so soon, not if made by Cole himself while also attending to other drudge duties. They and Sebastian would have to see if “he” succeeded. If he did, it was most certainly someone else’s work.

            So, though they had to complete Ciel’s own drudge work—though he was no one’s personal drudge he had to do his own chores—Sebastian and (Y/N) quickly went to hide near the Swan Gazebo to listen in to the afternoon tea of the P4.

            “Redmond, I present you with the lemon myrtle souffle glace you requested,” said Cole. “And we have milk tea today, made with uva tea leaves.”

            “Blimey,” said Cheslock. “How’d you manage to make that complicated stuff every single day?”

            Cole smiled. “Redmond deserves nothing but the best. Please have some, too, if you’d like, Violet.”

            So, Cole had the souffle, somehow. Yet again, it was highly likely he’d used others to get it made instead of doing it himself.

            “I will investigate the details of the souffle,” said Sebastian to (Y/N) from where they hid.

            “I have found a few students who have had dealings with Cole,” said (Y/N). “I will speak to them.”

            “I’m sure you will get the answers you need,” said Sebastian, smirking.

            “Of course,” said (Y/N), raising their chin proudly.

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            “Are you having trouble finding a book?” said (Y/N), stepping into the empty library aisle.

            Joanne Harcourt, a second-former, jumped as (Y/N) approached. “A-Ah, hello, Mr. Noir.”

            He averted his gaze nervously. He was a shy student, but he was an excellent student, bright and hard-working. Unfortunately, once Harcourt had his “miscommunication” with Cole, people refused to associate with him because he was a liar.

            “Hello, Harcourt,” said (Y/N). “What can I help you with?”

            “I’m trying to find Hegel’s Logic,” said Harcourt.

            “Impressive,” said (Y/N), smiling as they looked around and spotted the book. “There it is.” They slid it from the shelf and handed it to Harcourt. “Here you are. Is this for your own work or are you helping a friend? I daresay you must be popular in classes if you’re so bright, especially for a Scarlet Fox student.”

            Harcourt turned red at the praise, shy as ever. “Oh, no…Not at all.” Tears came to his eyes. “People don’t like me very much…”

            (Y/N)’s brow creased, and they frowned in concern. “Are you alright, Harcourt? Is something on your mind?”

            “W-Well…” Harcourt clearly wanted to speak, but he was nervous.

            “You can speak to me, Harcourt. About anything,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Or, if you’d feel more comfortable, we can go to the chapel. A confession is sure to life the burden from your shoulders.”

            “I—I would like that,” said Harcourt quietly.

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            “Cole said that he did indeed hand deliver an invitation to the Swan Gazebo to me, but…” Harcourt’s voice shook. “I never received it. And somehow, despite it all, there the invitation was, in my desk…I truly wasn’t lying!” He began to cry as all the emotions of the humiliating experience spilled out. “But everyone calls me a liar even so.”

            “It must be hard to not have anyone believe you,” said (Y/N) from the other side of the confessional. “But I do. And so does the Lord. Pray. Release your feelings about this incident.” They smiled. “I’m sure that the truth will come out, and everything will be alright.” They put a check next to Harcourt’s name on the list of students with possible dealings with Cole. “People will come to see your worth.”

            “Th-Thank you, Mr. Noir,” said Harcourt quietly. He paused, and (Y/N) sensed that he wished to say more.

            “Is there something else you wish to confess, Harcourt?” said (Y/N).

            “I…I think that Cole deliberately hurt me because I’m…” Harcourt swallowed. “I’m different than some of the other boys here.” His gaze went to the ground, and (Y/N) felt they knew what he was about to speak about. “Cole is favored by Redmond because he is beautiful. And everyone thinks so. But I—I’m not—I didn’t see him as pretty. I think Cole spread the idea that I’m-I’m not into…pretty people. Women.”

            And there it was. The slight confession hung in the air. Harcourt, intelligently, disguised it as Cole implying he was not attracted to women and so it was a false rumor, but (Y/N) could hear the truth in the statement. Harcourt was a queer student, and he could feel (Y/N) was the safest adult to speak to. (Y/N) understood—as a human, they had no one to speak to when they began to realize the roles and identity they had been assigned did not fit them.

            “Is…Is that alright? Or will people hate me for that rumor forever, too?” said Harcourt.

            “Cole uses his looks so that others will let down their guard and look at him the way he accuses you look at other men,” said (Y/N). “Whatever he says, he is using the same principle to help himself. Do not give his hurtful ideas credence. Remember that he uses it to his advantage.”

            “Th-Thank you,” said Harcourt. He spoke shakily. “A-And, the things he said…they were cruel. I don’t—I’m—I’m not wrong. I’m just different than someone people…right?”

            The words were desperate, searching for something that could promise Harcourt wasn’t broken in some way.

            (Y/N) found themself once again despising the current society that refused to allow people to just be themselves in ways that harmed no one. “You are fine the way you are, Harcourt. Even if some people do not understand or you have to act a certain way for approval, you are not wrong for your mind. Or your heart. Do you understand?”

            “Yes,” said Harcourt, the word a faint whisper of relief as someone accepted him. He knew that being honest about parts of himself would never be possible, but having a single person say he was alright in who he was gave him hope in his future.

            “Good,” said (Y/N).

            The future would be difficult for the queer students at Weston College, and, though there were some places for them to be freer—like the restaurant they and Sebastian had found—they would always have to hide more than straight people did. So, (Y/N) would make sure they had a few moments of peace at Weston. They had seen several couples sneaking around already in the bit of time they’d spent at the college, and whenever (Y/N) caught them, they pretended they hadn’t seen them and merely remarked on how easy it was to find people in those places and happened to remark on the better places to hide activity.

            It wasn’t much, but (Y/N), although they were a demon, could give a few moments of peace to the students who wouldn’t always be able to be themselves freely.

            (Y/N) wished someone had done so for them.

            And so, to spite the society that had raised them and now raised this generation, they’d fight in the small ways they could.

            And one day, they’d watch the rules society had placed around queerness crumble and grin as they turned to dust.

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            “I came across approximately four students who had fallen victim to the wiles of Maurice Cole,” reported (Y/N) at the end of the day as they stood beside Sebastian to give their findings to Ciel.

            “Just as I thought,” nodded Ciel.

            “Not only that,” added Sebastian. “It is highly likely that he leaves the majority of his drudge duties to other students. For example, making souffle glace requires at least a few hours of chilling. It would be impossible for him to make it during drudge time alone without anybody assisting him.”

            Ciel frowned. “I’d like to know more about his movements in Red House, but…since I have you take care of my chores during drudge time and (Y/N) has to do their duties as housemaster whenever you’re busy, I need another pawn in Red House where Cole resides. And let’s not forget it was Derrick’s house as well.”

            “However, I cannot recommend creating another vacancy by force,” advised Sebastian.

            “Especially in such a short time,” said (Y/N), nodding.

            “Besides, even if someone is offered a place, he cannot choose the houses in which he is to reside,” said Sebastian. “House assignments depend on one’s social-status and the like-mindedness of one’s personality.”

            “I know, I know,” grumbled Ciel. “But where am I to find someone possessing both the status and wealth that will guarantee his assignment to the Scarlet Fox house, which allows only the noblest of bloodlines, and who will be permitted to enroll as a special exception even if there is no vacancy…”

            (Y/N) coughed. “I believe we have just the person living in your town house, currently.”

            Sebastian and Ciel’s eyes widened as they realized who (Y/N) was suggesting. They were right; he was the perfect person.

            “I positively do not want to send for him,” said Ciel, groaning as he realized how much he was about to invite trouble into Weston.

            “However, he is indeed a rather special individual who satisfies all those conditions,” said Sebastian.

            Ciel let out a long groan. “And I must use whatever advantage I have…”

            “Shall we send for him, then?” said (Y/N) brightly.

            Ciel put his head down on the desk in defeat.

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            Barely two days later, the plan had succeeded. The entire school crowded outside as the heard music playing, and their eyes widened as the “special exception” to enrollment entered the campus of Weston College in a parade.

            Servants dressed in ornate outfits danced as an elephant with a carriage balanced on top carried the latest student—Prince Soma.

            “So this is what they call a school!” exclaimed Soma, looking out over the campus and crowd with a wide smile. “It is quite large! About the size of my family home!”

            Ciel forced a smile, but his eye twitched at the dramatic display. Still, he had counted on it. “He’s made it into Scarlet House in splendid fashion, I see. The brand and wealth of Indian royalty is clearly nothing to scoff at.”

            “Be that as it may, I still did not anticipate he would come to school on an elephant,” admitted Sebastian.

            “I expected some drama but not a whole parade,” said (Y/N). “Though we should have, it is Soma.”

            “Ciel!” cried Soma as he noticed his friend. “I’ve come for you! I was surprised to receive a letter from you out of the blue! If you’d told me you would be lonely here, I could have come with you, silly!”

            Ciel turned away and tried to make his escape in the crowd since he’d told Soma to pretend they didn’t know each other. It would break the case for them to already know each other, but he thought it’d be better for them to be strangers. Unfortunately, Soma was too friendly to go alone with that idea.

            “Ciel! Hey! Are you listening to me?” called Soma. Upon receiving no respond, he snapped his fingers. The elephant reached down with its trunk and snatched Ciel. “Why don’t we go together?”

            Ciel let out an indignant (and scared) cry at being caught, and everyone stared in shock. “Enough with your jokes! Put me down at once! I know I shouldn’t have sent for you!”

            (Y/N) and Sebastian turned away so that they could pretend to not know Soma. If Ciel couldn’t protect his reputation from the ridiculous (but entertaining and fairly endearing) prince, they would.

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[lady-lilly-gray]

Fanfiction Master Post

AO3: LadyLillyGray

I take fic requests <3 (no nsfw/smut or x Reader)

fics for fandoms I post about on this blog:

Black Butler

Ciel x Lizzie Always in the Twilight Aphrodisia Checkmate Flowers Won't Be Enough This Time Illusion A Robin and His Dove Cheslock x Edward Take the Hint (Take the Lead)

Grelle x Will Beginnings Even the Brightest Rose Wilts in the Moonlight Let's Forgo the Mistletoe, Darling Wanderlust William Versus...the Dispatch (General)

D. Gray-man You Can't Have My Heart (Kanda x Daisya) Fairy Tail All the Time in the World (Gray x Juvia)

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss Fatality (Lucifer x Alastor) Master of Mine (Stolas x Blitzø)

Miraculous Ladybug Love Square Give Me the Strength (to walk through the darkness) Of Camellias and Confessions

Soul Eater The Land of Ice and Fire (Black*Star x Tsubaki)

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Sebek x Jack incorrect quotes pt 1

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Peridot Sebek x Gem! Reader

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Bortz x Riddle Rosehart! Reader

♡Ever After High♡

Daring charming as your boyfriend

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♡Black Butler♡

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[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

How about ❝ you’re my favorite person in the world. ❞ With Cheslock?

things that you want to hear.

❝ you’re my favorite person in the world. ❞

as a Cheslock simp all I can say is SOBBBB THIS MAN!!!!

You’re not sure why feelings sometimes hit at the oddest times.

The fact is that they do, though. Once in a while, your boyfriend CHESLOCK will do something rather mundane, or maybe he might just be doing nothing at all… and your heart will do a little jump inside your chest.

It doesn’t take much to remind you that you’re absolutely head over heels for this man. In some moments, it’s him grinning at you like a cheeky kid who’s just told a dirty joke for the first time. In some moments, it’s his hands lingering on your skin, as if he can’t imagine treating you any other way but carefully. In some moments, it’s his eyes looking down and focused on a piece of music, lips moving silently as he runs it back in his mind, appearing so unlike his usual self.

In this moment, it’s how he prepares for a show at Funtom’s Music Hall.

Their newest song has been practiced to death by the five of them, but there’s added pressure on Cheslock, because he’s the only member of their group who plays an instrument in addition to singing and dancing. He’s rosined his bow and is going over the parts which tripped him up in his first rehearsal, keeping time by tapping his foot. The words are almost spat out under his breath; he’s concentrated on the actual notes to play on the violin.

So lost in his final practice, he looks the most ‘himself’ as he ever has. This is how he was meant to exist ― a muted smile on his face, playing arpeggio with his bow bouncing over the strings, his appearance put together and yet unraveled all at once.

The violin rests comfortably between his chin and shoulder… like the way he holds you occasionally, with your head cuddled in that same spot. Even though he’s got sharp attention on what he’s doing, his eyes are half-lidded. He’s done it a million times before, and yet he hasn’t lost his passion.

You think maybe that’s what you like about him. This is what he does because he loves it, he’s honed his talent because this is what he enjoys doing.

How many other people do you know who are like him?

It’s not your fault, really, that you’ve suddenly walked over and wrapped your arms around him. He’s used to your affection by now, so really all he does is drop his violin while giving you a little snort. “Oi, wanna give me a good luck kiss, do y’?”

“Maybe. I saw you over here looking so cute, and I just couldn’t resist. You know…” It’s been promised, and you fulfill your end by pressing your lips to his cheek. Right under his eye where that scar of his cuts through like a crack in porcelain. Just as beautiful as the rest of him, far as you’re concerned. “You’re my favorite person in the world.”

His laugh comes out in a barely-there breath, his head tilting toward you like a sunflower looking for light. “Goddamn. There’s a big claim if I ever heard one. How do y’ know that if y’ ain’t met most ‘f the other people?”

You squeeze him tightly round the neck. Another kiss, this time just below his jawline. If only you had enough time, you’d shove him down and kiss every inch of his skin. “I just know. There can’t possibly be anyone more my favorite than you. I love you so much.”

“Aaaah…” A throaty moan escapes him before he can even think better of it. “Love y’ too, darlin’. You’re talkin’ so sweet t’ me… but the show’s about t’ go on. I gotta go get in position.”

With that he arches his head back, pressing a kiss to whichever part of you he can reach at the moment. “Meet y’ in a little bit for the after-party, though,” he smirks. “Think y’ll still wanna see y’r favorite person then?”

A small gasp leaves you at the contact, and you giggle. “I still want to see you now and you’ve not even left yet.”

His cheeks pink up, and he carefully extracts himself from your grip. “Aw, don’t worry, yeah? Absence makes the heart grow fonder ‘n’ all that shite, haha.” He gives you one last kiss, making it enough to hold you over… even though it’s really not, of course. “For the record, y’re my favorite person, too. See y’ in a little bit, love.”

Although you’re left alone as the curtain rises, you can’t complain.

Being backstage is so much better than having a front-row seat.

[sempsimps]

cheslock / reader with a crush

little idea i had a while ago, where you struggle with playing piano, and cheslock comes and helps before leaving again, and you get quite confused, i guess.

it was drudge time, i always finished my work beforehand, so i spent my time practising this song that i was finding difficult, but once fully played, it sounded amazing. so i sat in the music room, the annoying piece of scripture in front of me as i awkwardly stretched my fingers, trying to figure out this one note. It never sounded quite right. in frustration, i slammed my hands down on the keys and let out a small sigh, lowering my head onto the instrument, which it let out a sad strangled cry from my face being on it.

"oi get off of 'er"

my head shot up, and so did the keys as i looked towards the voice in fear. i instantly noticed that it was the purple house prefect, and i panicked in my reply.

"i am so sorry! im just getting really frustrated...."

"Well, that's great and all, but don't take it out on Estie."

"Estie? t-the piano you named it?"

"so what if i did?"

"Sorry, uh, just surprised"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, what do you need help on anyway?"

"Oh, uhhh, just this one note I'm struggling with, I don't get how my hands could possibly move over to play this at the same time, and it sounds funky"

"Oh, thays easy"

Chelock walked over swiftly and moved to lean over my shoulder, letting a small hum out while reading the sheet music, giving another hum before his hand moved above mine the remaining one shifted my hand over one key. It was so simple, and he was only doing a small favour, but his body felt too hot against mine, I felt my face flush in heat at the closeness. 'no no no don't think like that he is a prefect, and he probably doesn't even have time for this, let alone anymore.' his voice snapped me out of my trance.

"See if you just move that over here, and it's immediately better"

I was slightly frozen, so my hand movement was still stiff, but yeah, it was way easier to play. a smile made its way across my face, but it dipped as I felt the prefect move.

"Alright, well, I'm glade I helped and all that. but don't hurt Estie, or I'll give ya a Y got it?"

"Right, got it, sorry, again"

And just like that, he left. my words fell on deaf ears at that point. the lingering touches on my hands stayed for what felt like an eternity, and my face was warm. but I shake it off and start to play this song again with the advice, which sounds a lot better. 'god, he's good with his hands. Wait, hold on-' I shake my head to clear the thoughts. But my mind did wander to him at lunch later that day 'I wonder if he would - no, never mind, it's stupid'.

Aaaaaaaaaa I don't know how to end shit so here I guess anyway hope that was okay a little short but it gets me back into the swing of writing and I need to get more emo twink content out I have a lot in drafts almost ready to go so this is just that start i promise and i have lots of Gregory becuse i am a simp for that man

[hantaslittlearsonist]

❤︎ 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻 ❤︎

ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴇꜱʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ

Watching Cheslock put on makeup is... A whole experience. He prances around his room, blasting music so loud there's no way it doesn't bother his neighbors. Not that he cares. He doesn't have a vanity or a small mirror of any sort he can sit at to do this no, of course not. He stands or sits at the silver-framed full length mirror that leans against the wall at the end of his bed. He sings along to whatever song his phone pops up from his shuffled "liked songs" whether it be Motionless in White or Seb Lowe, he knows all of the lyrics. Sometimes he even fingers out the melody into the air, pretending to hold his violin with his left hand as his right buffs on more black eyeshadow.

Once he's done with the eyeshadow though, the real fun begins. He whips out his trusty eyeliner pen (NYX Epic Ink, obviously), leans in as close as possible to the mirror and oh so carefully drags the tip of the pen over his skin from the outside of his eye to just before the middle of his eyelid. He does the same for his lower lash line, careful, mediculous, quiet, for once, staring at his reflection open-mouthed with more focus than he has for anything else. Well, maybe one or two other things but pretty much anything else.

When he's managed to get his eyes to look like sisters (not twins), he moves on to accentuating his scar. The one on the left side of his face, light pink, indenting a three-ish inch (7cm) line over his eyebrow, eye and the top of his cheek. Honestly, he was lucky to make it out with the vision in his left eye intact... Whatever. He traces, less carefully now, over the line with his eyeliner, dragging the scar out all the way down to his jaw and making a fork at the bottom.

'Like one of those old Victorian dolls, see?' He had jocked a couple times, 'The porcelain ones that crack like that when you drop them.'

After doing a once-over of his outfit, little top-big bottom or big top little bottom, depending on his mood, he usually stacks on a miriad of necklaces and bracelets and rings and tightens the balls on his piercings, taking special care of his tongue ring. He swallowed it one time and it would not happen again. He moves on to his hair, making sure every spike is in place and sometimes complaining about how dry it is because of the bleach...

Next is your favourite part, when he gives you a little spin, the various chains on his clothes clinking together merrily. And even better, when he slinks over, wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close with his usual confident cat-like grin. And he's so warm — a space heater, really — and even though his chains and the studs on his jackets dig into your skin, you don't mind, you want to wrap yourself up in him and never let go.

His lips are a little chapped, a little dry when he kisses you. But they're gentle, careful but still firm. He licks into your mouth, only for a moment, enough to let you feel the sleek hard metal of his piercing.

'Alright, you ready?' He checks. You grin. 'Let's go, I'm starving.'

[kuroshitsuji-scenarios]

Can I have romantic headcanons for Cheslock and a female s/o please ?? thank you !

My boi!

Cheslock:

His romanticism level is about -7346374, just like his sense of delicacy and fineness but he has his own ways of showing affection and they can be surprisingly accurate - mostly because they will be quite direct.

Cheslock won’t wait for too long before finally approaching you, wanting to take you on a date but he will surely do some research just in case. He will secretly hear what are his colleagues talking about when it comes to relationships so he can act accordinly and learn on their mistakes. This method will be very good and his intelligence will allow him to avoid commiting some basic faux pas. He won’t bother on wasting too much time on that, though, preferably inviting you out of the rush and his own impatience.

He will most likely take you on an adventure and there is no way you will forget your first date. Sitting, eating and talking is boring and made for lazy people or at least that is what he thinks, so he would rather show you something more intersting - like going for a walk and accidentally facing a thug or two (it is not like Greenhill willingly wanted to participate in that, nor to wear those peasant clothes covering his face but he is one of his tallest and toughest students so it would be extremely rude to deny help for the friend in need. Some other colleagues of Cheslock felt the same way and even discussed about it while standing in an alley, waiting for you to appear on the street so they can step into action). But do not worry, Cheslock will be there to save you and protect you, like a hero he is!

The other possible scenario considered stealing your purse but both boys regretted this rather quickly when an anonymous passerby appeared to be more heroic and to run faster than Cheslock.

His other plan will include going to a concert to show you more energetic music and whine a little about how much better he would do that than the musicians. He may also invite you to the cricket tournament so he can show off in front of you about his physical condition and - being extremely competitive - he will surprise everyone with how great he can be at this sport. Your presence certainly won’t distract him, on the contrary, you will be an amazing motivation for him.

Cheslock will find the possibility of playing on the instrument for you as quite romantic - if only he would play actual romantic songs and not the ones that will remind a pure chaos. However, when asked, he will perform something slow for you, too, and after learning your music taste, he will often play those songs which seem to be your favourite.

He will allow you to do his hair and makeup, complaining only at the beginning but secretly being really fond of your touch. When you will be painting the lines on his cheek, his whole attention will be focused just on you, how close to him you are and how pretty your eyes are from such a close distance. He will eventually kiss you playfully, causing you to smudge the line on his cheek. Not that he will regret this in the slighest.

[thatanimewriter]

KUROSHITSUJI MASTERLIST.

✦ - fluff

❖ - angst

☼ - general (reader excluded)

☾ - suggestive

⛧ - crack

☁ - series

✼ - supporters only

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

── 𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐒.

mistress s/o walking down the halls at night (✦) reader who isn’t scared of his demon form (✦) reader who isn’t scared of his demon form pt. 2 (☾) shatter (❖) fem!s/o dies from sickness when he’s away (❖) reader who is adopted and has major insecurities (✦)

── 𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄.

reader with an evil twin brother (⛧)

── 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐘.

multilingual s/o (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐌𝐄𝐘-𝐑𝐈𝐍.

an s/o from a higher class (✦) flirty!reader being flirted with instead (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘.

an s/o from a higher class (✦) s/o who is sweet but only to them (✦) multilingual s/o (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃.

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── 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘.

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── 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄.

a shy girlfriend (✦) platonic relationship with a child!reader who looks up to her (✦) reader who is adopted and has major insecurities (✦) reader 1 year clean from self-harm (✦)

── 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐓. 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒.

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── 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃.

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── 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑.

multilingual s/o (✦, ⛧) reader who is adopted and has major insecurities (✦)

── 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓.

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── 𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑.

multilingual s/o (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋.

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── 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄.

gardener s/o who isn’t scared of snakes (✦) an s/o from a higher class (✦) s/o who is sweet but only to them (✦) s/o with a forked tongue (✦, ☾) multilingual s/o (✦, ⛧) snake’s the type of guy (✦)

── 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐑.

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── 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐓𝐎𝐍.

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falling in love with ciel’s older sister (✦)

── 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓.

reader who is adopted and has major insecurities (✦)

── 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊.

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── 𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐈.

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[undertaker1827]

Could you do some headcanons about what Edward and Cheslock are like when they’re in love with somebody? Like how the would act, if they’d be affection, etc. thanks!

Absolutely! First time I’ve written for Cheslock, so I hope I did him justice!!

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Edward

So I feel Edward would be a bit more subdued than Cheslock

Not in a bad/uninterested way, just that he’d be a little quieter/less charismatic about the whole thing

Like people would know the two of you are in love, but he’s not the type to scream it from the rooftops

He would definitely be affectionate though

But again more subtly

I think a lot of hand holding would be the main thing with Edward, or linking arms, him putting his arm out a little so you can rest your hand in the crook of his elbow

He’s very much a bow and then kiss your knuckles/back of your hand type person, quite the gentleman in every way you can think of

When it comes to PDA, he’s certainly comfortable with all of the above

But really not much more than that

He might give you a goodnight/goodbye parting kiss on your cheek or your forehead if you’re out in public, but only a brief one (might need to persuade him with puppy eyes)

That said, if a situation unfolds whereby you are threatened, uncomfortable or otherwise in some sort of danger, all of the above goes out of the window

Gone is the quiet, well spoken person you’re so used to and that you have come to love

He is replaced immediately by someone who would give his life if it meant saving yours, who will do anything to protect your honour and integrity

Edward is incredibly protective when it comes to your safety and well being, so god help anyone who threatens that

If it were a physical threat, he would immediately have a sword to hand with his other arm held out to the side, keeping you firmly behind him where he knows you are safe

If words are being used as weapons, he can take part in a battle of wits as skillfully as he can fight with any blade

He wouldn’t be possessive, but he would want to protect you in absolutely everything, and he will not tolerate anything negative being said about you

He won’t tolerate you being negative towards yourself either

Of course he makes sure you know you can talk to him about anything at all, however silly or unimportant you think it is, but he will be firm with you if it turns out you’re upset with how you look or some other aspect of who you are

He will tel you why that part of yourself is as beautiful as every other, not letting you believe for one second that there is anything at all wrong with you

He loves you dearly and thinks you’re perfect in every way; he won’t let you put yourself down like that

Cheslock

I feel like for you to be in a relationship with Cheslock, you’d have to be something more of a wild child yourself

I think Edward would be with someone a touch more refined, but Cheslock is there for pretty much any type of person who knows how to have fun

You’re part of a rock band? So was he at one point, let’s make a new one

You want to learn a new instrument? He’s probably already mastered that one, and he is more than willing to teach you (he’s better than any professional teacher, trust me)

You’re female but you don’t want to wear dresses or you’re male and you do? Your preferences are entirely yours, he will literally never judge you

That’s kind of a recurring theme with Cheslock - it doesn’t matter what you wear, how you act or anything else, he won’t ever judge you

That said, if somebody else is doing they judging, they are very quickly going to regret

He is not beyond starting a bar fight style brawl for the sake of protecting you from someone else’s horrible words, make no mistake

He can do the whole battle of words thing, but he’d rather just have an actual fight, win it, then be done with the whole thing

When it comes to PDA, he probably has less boundaries than you do

Not embarrassed in the slightest about anything

And arm slung around your waist to keep you close to him, you tucked into his side under his heavy winter coat when it gets cold, passionate kisses with people watching

He welcomes all of it

I think he likes/would seek out physical contact more often than Edward

He’s not touch starved or anything like that, he just enjoys the closeness, as well as knowing that you enjoy it too

If on the other hand, you happen to be touch starved, you won’t be for very long

The two of you would probably share a lot of kisses, arms hanging over shoulders and the like in a way of displaying more casual less ‘pretentious’ as he’d call it affection

Also, despite the tough exterior that so many people get put off by or are nervous of, I get the feeling he really likes hugs (I have nothing to base that on other than the vibe I get)

Like Edward, he wouldn’t become possessive of you

He trusts you deeply, but more importantly than that, you are perfectly capable of being independent and making your own decisions, which is something he is definitely not going to stand in the way of

Anyways, he is a very affectionate partner to have, and is very supportive in everything you do

[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love (Book 3) Chapter Six

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Six: One Hell of an Exit

Summary: Violet House escapes their fire, but there is something suspicious about them.

            As the fire blazed within Violet Wolf House, Ciel, Sebastian, and (Y/N) watched with satisfied grins. Inside the house, people were raising the alarm and getting to the exits.

            “They will be here any minute now, Young Master,” said Sebastian, scooping Ciel up and jumping to the woods at the side.

            Ciel let out an undignified yelp at the movement, and (Y/N) chuckled as they followed him.

            “Out with the lot of ya!” Cheslock threw the door open and pushed frightened students outside. “Get somewhere safe! No lollygagging!”

            From the woods, Ciel looked at Sebastian and (Y/N). “Locate Derrick Arden and the others!”

            “Yes, my Lord,” said Sebastian, removing his glasses.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian’s eyes turned fuchsia as they gazed at the crowd of souls funneling out of Violet Wolf House. However, no matter how many students emerged, none were the missing boys.

            “Have they come out yet?” said Ciel, frustrated.

            “Not yet,” said Sebastian.

            “Room Captains!” said Cheslock. “Do a roll call and report to the Prefect!”

            Behind him, Violet stared at the burning mansion. No one else seemed to be coming out of the house. A window exploded from the pressure within, and everyone flinched.

            “Are they still not out yet?” exclaimed Ciel.

            “No,” said (Y/N), narrowing their eyes.

            “Kuh! Very well,” said Ciel. “Sebastian, (Y/N), go and get Derrick and the others out of th—”

            “A moment, if you would,” said Sebastian. He stared long and hard at the house. “(Y/N), do you feel it?”

            “Yes,” said (Y/N), nodding.

            “It is as I thought, then,” said Sebastian.

            “What is it?” asked Ciel.

            “There are no longer any traces of human souls to be found within Purple House,” said Sebastian.

            “What?!” cried Ciel.

            “At this slight distance, those of our kind can sense the presence of living humans from their souls,” said (Y/N). “And there are no signs of living beings within Violet Wolf.”

            “Are you saying that every resident has already evacuated the building?” said Ciel.

            “Indeed,” confirmed Sebastian. “Lord Derrick and the other four students who were reported to have confined themselves in Purple House are not present.”

            “In other words…Derrick wasn’t in Violet Wolf to begin with?!” said Ciel.

            “My, my, how deep does this mystery go?” said (Y/N), their nose twitching.

            “Violet!” Greenhill—accompanied by Redmond, Bluewer, Clayton, Edward, and Harcourt—ran towards the Violet Wolf house members. “Is everyone alright?!”

            “Yes,” said Violet, pulling his hood around himself. “Everyone’s here.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed, and their nose twitched again. “This is turning out quite suspicious indeed.”

            “Quite,” agreed Sebastian, tilting his head. “The P4 is clearly concealing something having to do with Lord Derrick and the four other students.”

            “If Derrick isn’t here, taking this any further is meaningless,” said Ciel. “Put out the fire.”

            “Very good, sir,” said Sebastian, jumping away.

            “Yes, Young Master.” (Y/N) ran off to follow Sebastian. Once they caught up, they raised a brow. “Why are you going towards the stables?”

            Sebastian smiled. “I think an elephant would carry quite the right amount of water to help with the fire, don’t you?”

            (Y/N) chuckled and grabbed buckets. Filling them quickly, they attacked them to the elephant’s saddle, and Sebastian swung them up onto the elephant’s back, and they swiftly galloped towards Purple House.

            “Everyone!” said Sebastian, official as ever. The students jumped and stared in shock at the housemasters riding the elephant. “If it is waster you seek, we have some right here!”

            “Grab a bucket and douse the flames, now!” said (Y/N).

            “Mr. Michaelis?! Mr. Noir?!” cried Bluewer, as surprised as the other P4 members.

            “Oh, my elephant!” said Soma brightly.

            “Quickly, douse the flames,” said Sebastian, sliding from the saddle and handing out buckets.

            “Understand?” said (Y/N), pushing a bucket into a student’s arms.

            “Understood!” chorused the students, eager to help.

            “Alright, Green House follow me!” said Edward, of course taking the lead.

            “Yes, sir!” said his fellow Green Lion members.

            “Blue House will be heading in, too!” said Clayton, removing his jacket and taking a bucket.

            “Right!”

            “Stay out of Purple House!”

            Violet’s voice cut through the crowd, and everyone stared at him.

            “B-But—” Clayton nervously attempted to speak back to the prefect.

            “Is this truly the time to be saying a silly thing, you fool?!” Everyone looked at the person who had burst out at a prefect, and (Y/N) was impressed to see Soma standing proudly at the forefront of the Red House crowd. He already held two buckets and was glaring at Violet. “You! You’re supposed to be the leader of Purple House, are you not? Your worthless pride won’t protect your people, you know! And if you can’t protect your people, then you’re a sorry excuse for a leader!”

            (Y/N) concealed a smirk with their hand. “It seems our lesson was quite impressionable.”

            “I believe it was more your words that struck him deeply,” said Sebastian, remembering just how much (Y/N) had torn into the once-arrogant prince. It seemed he had made some improvements since then, and now they were truly showing.

            “Why you—” Cheslock barely managed to keep from swearing, and he grabbed Soma’s shirt roughly. “Who d’you think you’re flappin’ yer gums at?!”

            “Cheslock.” Violet spoke quietly. “It’s fine…let’s have them lend us a hand.” His own hand was clenched in a fist, though.

            Cheslock backed off. “…Yes.”

            Immediately, Clayton and Edward jumped in to direct the effort to douse the flames.

            “Keep your mouth covered with cloth at all times,” said Edward. “Don’t inhale the smoke.”

            “Do not go about unwittingly opening doors. Doing so can cause the fire to flare up,” warned Clayton.

            “Those who have been injured, please come this way,” said Harcourt, taking charge of the people who had already gotten out of the flames.

            (Y/N) nodded approvingly. After having such a terrible drudge like Cole, Redmond had chosen well with Harcourt. He was a member of the house of fame and fortune, yet he had a touch more humility. It would serve the house well. ((Y/N) had no need for modesty, not as the brilliant, powerful demon they were, but they knew that humans—especially cis men—needed to have their ego kept in check or else terrible things happened).

            “I’ll get you for this, you sods,” huffed Cheslock. He turned on his own house members. “I’ll definitely return the favor! Just you wait!”

            His fellow drudges just laughed at his antics.

            “Oi! Don’t drag your heels, Purple House!” Despite his rough exterior, Cheslock was as eager to help as anyone else.

            Everyone surged forward to help put out the fires. Well, all except Violet, who watched quietly, hood up to obscure his eyes. Whatever was weighing on the P4, it was beginning to become a true burden. And sooner or later, it would break them.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian were merely there to help the process along.

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            “Now that we know that Derrick Arden was not even in Violet Wolf House, it is even more important to make contact with the Headmaster,” said (Y/N).

It had been a few hours since the fire had been put out, and it was not yet time for classes, so they and Sebastian had retired to their separate rooms—and then decided to spend some time together.

            “Indeed,” said Sebastian. His hand drew lazy patterns on (Y/N)’s back, his gloves removed to reveal his contract seal and black nails. “He made the decision to move Arden to Purple House, so he must have answers to where he is now.”

            (Y/N) nodded and closed their eyes as they rested their head on Sebastian’s chest. No heart beat within his chest, but the closeness was pleasant all the same. They had never been so vulnerable or intimate with any being before Sebastian—not during their human life or during their demonic life. Having the ability to trust someone to not hurt them, to support them, to love them, filled (Y/N) with joy.

            “The only option is the Interhouse Cricket Tournament,” said (Y/N). “If Ciel is on the team and proves his worth in some way, he would be invited to the Midnight Tea Party.”

            “I wonder when he will discover that option,” said Sebastian in amusement.

            (Y/N) opened one of their eyes and looked at him. “I doubt he will before Sapphire Owl makes its team.”

            Sebastian smirked. “What a pity.”

            (Y/N) chuckled and closed their eyes again. “We both know we’ll just recommend him as a clever strategist and get him in. It won’t take much of a nudge after the incident with Cole.”

            “My, my, how he relies on us,” said Sebastian, tsking. “Now.” His hand tracing sigils—because what else would he draw?—on (Y/N)’s back moved down to their waist and pulled them up to kiss him. “No more talk of business tonight.”

            “Throwing away work? How irresponsible,” said (Y/N). They kissed him. “What lesson on contract-making are you teaching me?”

            “All work and no play, as they say,” said Sebastian, smirking. “And contracts and love are quite different.” His thumb stroked affectionately over their waist. “And I can assure you, contracts are fulfilling and entertaining, but I find love only in you.”

            “As do I,” said (Y/N). They smiled and kissed Sebastian. “I love you deeply. You are the only being I have loved and will love.”

            Sebastian’s smirk turned to a true smile, and he kissed them back passionately.

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            “Mr. Michaelis, Mr. Noir!”

            (Y/N) and Sebastian smirked as Ciel ran up to them. There were people milling about, and they knew that Clayton had just informed Ciel he had been recommended to the cricket team by them, and so poor Ciel would have to truly act thankful.

            “Thank you for recommending me to the team!” He smiled brightly, and (Y/N) and Sebastian reveled in how forced it was.

            “Now, now, Phantomhive,” said Sebastian, extremely amused by how much he could play up being a housemaster. “You must not run in the halls.”

            “I’m sorry, sir, but I wanted to thank you two right away,” said Ciel.

            “It isn’t necessary to thank us,” said (Y/N), chuckling. “We simply believe you have the right skills to bring out some extraordinary plays in Blue House.”

            “Yes, sir,” said Ciel. “I have so many things to take care of before the tournament.”

            “We will assist you, if you wish,” said Sebastian.

            “You will?!”

            (Y/N) doubted they had ever been so entertained as when Ciel playing up his goody-two-shoes act.

            “Of course,” said Sebastian. “Once we have checked that you have completed your assignments, that is. After all, we are merely tutors.”

            “A hell of a pair of tutors,” said (Y/N), smirking ever-so-slightly. They were looking forward to the fourth of June.

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