#black bulter fanfic

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Hello! I hope your taking requests

ciel x reader, it’s like an au where ciel is still the Queen’s Guard/Watch Dog except Queen Victoria is replaced with the reader as the Queen. Not like future Queen like she is ruling the country. She is still very young, perhaps one or two years older than ciel with a crown that is too big for her head and heavy making her movements slow. She’s much like the Queen of Hearts from the original Alice in Wonderland. With her being very strict and easy to offend, often leading to the beheading of people. Other than that she is quite calm and likes it when people make her laugh. She’s very well educated and efficient with all the responsibilities that follow behind her even at her age, so she has quite a lot of free time that she spends with ciel.

Queen! Reader HCs (Ciel Phantomhive)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You weren’t expecting to rise to power so quickly and yet here you are

For the most part, your subjects are fine with you…or perhaps it’s that they fear you

Nevertheless, you still do know that deep down inside, you’re still young at heart

So maybe that’s why you like to spend so much time in your guard dog’s manor

Because Ciel is a polite and respectful enough boy to you

And admittedly, you’ve grown to see him as a friend in between the long hideaways in his library and the quiet tea-time sessions you both share in his garden 

You feel that although your relationship started purely transactional, this relationship the two of you have could bloom into something more one day

Or maybe that’s just you coping with the fact that you’re never surrounded by anyone your own age these days

…And maybe all the times Ciel has offered to fix your hair and your crown for you is really starting to mess with your heart (but that’s an issue you and your court can deal with on another day)

That being said, his staff is nice enough too

Sebastian is probably the most efficient butler you’ve ever met, and the other three make you laugh much more than they disappoint you

They’re much better than the boring and stiff members of your staff who always drag down your mood by acting too prim and proper (especially in the moments when you don’t want that!)

 So the Phantomhive Staff make the perfect excuse to visit your guard dog for a bit of relaxation time

And although you’re still his queen and he is still you’re loyal subject

It is truly nice to meet a boy who doesn’t fear your every word and lives in a house full of people who make you laugh every time you come to visit

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

I haven't been this excited to write a fanfic since Sebastian x Claude 🤦🏾

OMG y'all remember the water fight scene???! They weren't the only ones wet I'll tell y'all that...

[lovesick-desires]

Sebastian Michaelis Yandere Alphabet

Requested by @lastbixstanding

Warnings: Yandere behavior, blood, murder, stalking, emotional manipulation, sexual innuendo, kidnapping, psychological manipulation,

If you are uncomfortable with any of these warnings, please do not read under the cut!

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

❥ Sebastian might be one of the most charismatic yanderes out there.

❥ He would swoop you off your feet with affection such as doing things in order to make you impressed.

❥ This man’s love language is touch so he will make sure to do things as subtle as patting your head to full blown make out sessions, if you let him.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

❥ He will get covered in blood for you. If he couldn’t, what kind of butler would he be?

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

❥ He is not cruel in his behavior towards you.

❥ If anything, he is the opposite!

❥ He will spoil you rotten to try and attain your love through materialistic things as well as his undying love for you.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

❥ He is not one to force you to do something out of your comfort zone, if that’s what you’re implying.

❥ He is a gentleman, not a monster.

❥ However, he will make sure you never leave his side, stripping you of your right of being alone and out of his crimson gaze.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

❥ Sebastian is a very mysterious man. There is a lot you don’t know of him even after he kidnaps you.

❥ He feels vulnerable without you since he knows if someone tries to use you against him, there is not much he can do besides to steal you back.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

❥ Sebastian would be emotionally hurt. After all he has done for you? He understands that you are scared of him, but it hurts him so:

“Oh, darling… Please do not do that. I have no ill intent with you, I promise. You hurt me so and I just want the best for you. Can’t you see that?”

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

❥ Oh, heavens no! This is not a game to him unless you want him to chase you, then it’s on.

❥ However, watching you try to escape the first few times has hurt him.

❥ Yet, over time, he gets enjoyment in watching you try to leave only for you to end up in his arms by the end of the day.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

❥ Probably the kidnapping would be your worst experience with him.

❥ He would chase you through the dark London alleyways, letting you think there was a chance you could get away.

❥ What a laugh. You think you can escape a demon?

❥ Soon enough, he appears in front of you, blocking your exit to this labyrinth of alleyways:

“My, my, what do we have here? Can’t let you get too far away, now can we?”

❥ Next thing you know, you are in a soft, foreign bed in new pajamas you have never seen before.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

❥ Sebastian has basic ideal future for you two: Settle down and start a family.

❥ If you are not able to bear children (infertility or sex), that’s okay! He is willing to adopt!

❥ If you don’t want kids, he gets that even though he might be a little disappointed.

❥ As long as he has you, he’s happy so if you don’t kids, that’s not the biggest problem that could happen.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

❥ Sebastian has mastered masking his true feelings over his more than a century of living as a demon.

❥ However, seeing miserable scum flirt with you or let alone look at you with such perverse gazes, he feels his jealousy bubbling deep down.

❥ If he sees scum staring at you and ogling, he would redirect your route away from their prying eyes. He’d deal with them later.

❥ On the other hand, if someone is flirting with you, that certainly will not do. As you are about to reply to that cretin, he clears his throat:

“Pardon me, but (Madam/Sir/Mx.) Y/N and I have somewhere do be.”

❥ Before you can even reply to Sebastian, he’s basically dragging you away by your arm.

❥ When you ask him what he was doing, he simply says:

“Sorry, darling. We had more important things to do.”

❥ Trust me, you don’t wanna be around when Sebastian deals with them later.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

❥ On his best behavior at about 95% of the time: treating you the best he can while making you satisfied.

❥ The other 5%, well, he is probably being a little… devilish with you ;)

Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

❥ As I have said, Sebastian is very charismatic and will use it to his advantage.

❥ Sebastian knows exactly how to approach you, in public or in private.

❥ He will use his devilishly good looks and charisma to leave you swoon for him.

❥ Just where he wants you. Perfect.

❥ However, if you deny his advances for too long, he might get a little impatient.

❥ He loves you dearly, but you should accept his love and affection before he takes you away from the outside world by force.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

❥ Sebastian keeps his calm and suave appearance around you but he might be a little (aka a lot) more flirtatious than with others.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

❥ Sebastian is not one who tends to do physical or sexual punishments.

❥ Rather, he tends to use psychological manipulation to do is work for him.

❥ He has quite a way with words and making you feel bad if you do something he does not like such as saying things like:

“Oh dear, do you really have to do this? To me? Goodness, I thought you were more well-mannered than that…”

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

❥ If you are kind enough to him and accept his love, none will be taken from you.

❥ You can still see your friends and family as long as Sebastian may accompany you to keep you safe.

❥ If you don’t want to accept his love and wind up getting kidnapped by him; however, expect to never see your family or friends again.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

❥ Sebastian knows patience is key in love; however, if you act like a brat, he might lose his temper.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

❥ If you were to try and leave, trust me, you wouldn’t get far without Sebastian tracking you down.

❥ Even if you “successfully” escape, Sebastian is just toying with you and watching you from afar as you finally feel safe only for him to appear in your new residence within a weeks time.

❥ Even death can not save you from this man. He is a demon after all and knows his ways around getting you into a pact.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

❥ Not in the slightest, you are his as he is yours.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

❥ When he was not aware of your existence, his own existence felt bland and meaningless.

❥ It felt like something was missing…

❥ But when he first saw you, it was like something clicked in his hand.

❥ What he needed was you.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

❥ He pretends to lot like it as he consoles you in an attempt to calm you down:

“Oh darling! Do not fret for your safety! I would never hurt you!”

❥ But on the inside, he loves it so much. Please cry for him so he can watch those sweet tears go down your soft cheeks.

❥ He wishes he could lick them up without being perceived as gross.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

❥ Sebastian is more of a calm and collected yandere compared to the stereotypical yandere.

❥ However, on the inside, he is full of lustful intentions and desire to you.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

❥ Unfortunately for you, there is very little you can do to get away from him besides attempting to manipulate him to let you go.

❥ However, he is smarter than you think and is fully aware of your intent.

Wit’s End: Would they ever hurt their darling?

❥ Goodness no, he would take rage out on his victims than you.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

❥ Sebastian loves you wholeheartedly and would do anything for you to be his. He isn’t he definition of a worshipper yandere.

❥ He would do anything to be with you.

❥ Anything.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

❥ Sebastian tries to keep things tame and calm between you two as he would never want to hurt you.

❥ However, if you are going to keep being a little brat and denying his love and gifts, he might get impatient.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

❥ The only way he might break you is mentally and make you want to bend to his love and embrace since it’s the only place you feel safe anymore.

❥ As safe as you can get, I mean.

[mackenzieof06]

Anyone up for a little smut. I hope to make that this page maybe. I have a tiktok that I dont post often but its "the-anime-kink" if yall wanna know.

Anyway here we go....

*3rd Person POV*

Never in his life did he think he would fine a someone as meaning as them. Years of working for his master, combined with never finding someone who could handle his tendencies led him to believe his love would be wasted. His heart would never be given to to another person....

Well until now

"Their everything to me. I love them more than their being could feel."- Sebastian

He was walking down the hallway towards their shared room expecting nothing but them sleeping. It had been late if they were up it would have been hours after their usual bedtime.

He had been getting home later than usual recently and felt horrible about it. He finally reached the door, pulled out his long, black key from his pocket and opened the door.

He wasn't ready for what he found. His lover spread across their shared bed. Exposed. Their limbs chained to the post.

The demon stared for a while than broke the silence. "Well someone had to help you with this. So my love who was it?"

They chuckled for a moment than said "Does that matter now?" They gave their demon a smirk.

"At the moment no." He took off his coat faster than one could see. His button-down shirt came next all as he walked over to his waiting(prince/princess).

He kissed her as soon as he reached them. He rested his hand on their chest. He knew they hated that but hey they couldn't do anything about it.

They kissed till Y/N needed air. Sebastian of course could survive without for a long time.

Both of their wants and needs grew and grew till the demon couldn't take it himself and asked: "Do you want to this? Once I sart I won't stop."

"I've been laying here for hours and you ask "do I want to do this?" of course I do my love"

"Than so be it".

He moved his hand down to their most private parts. And pleasured Y/N till they couldn't hold their moans and whines back.

"I'm close" they said.

"Than cum for me darling. Cum" he whisperd in their ear.

They did going into a state of euphoria. The pleasure almost being to much to handle.

The demon wasn't done tho. He untied his lover's feet and placed them over his shoulders(pants are gone btw:). Placing himself a their entrance he asked:

"Are you sure my love?"

Y/N nodded and with that he pushed himself in. Not half but all. The pain mixed with pleasure for the both of them caused Sebastian to let out a grunt and Y/N to moan.

Slowly he moved but very quickly picking up pace. Going from a slow beat to a fast pound. Wanting nothing more than to make his(prince/princess) feel good for a second time that night. Their soft moans, and grunts quickly turned into pleas wanting to release but waiting for the other to get on the edge but losing the edge just as the other got there.

"Y/N I can't wait" Sebastian moaned.

"Than don't and I'll cum after you" Y/N whispered.

The demon released into their lover and soon after so did Y/N.

"I figured after the week you've had you needed something like this" Y/N smiled as Sebastian untied their hands.

"Thank you but how did you get into the cuffs? Wouldn't you have needed help at least" He asked laying down and hugging Y/N.

"Magic my love. Magic"

"Your human so that doesn't make sense"

"Who said I was human"

And with that they fell asleep in each other's arms

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I hope this wasn't completely trash😌🤚🏾

[batdesu]

Now that we have this tablet, I seem to keep sitting at it all day. I’m sick right now so I’ve been really tired and slowly nursing myself back to health. Sometimes I feel like my art is getting better but then other times I’m just not so impressed with myself. I’m on the fence right now.

This picture is inspired by the fanfic by @bun-o-ween   (La Petit Mort) (Hence the messy bun and bruises)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5064565/chapters/11647591

[nadohunter]

Chapters: 21/21 Fandom: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sebastian Michaelis/William T. Spears Characters: Sebastian Michaelis, William T. Spears Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Drama & Romance, Fairy Tale Logic Summary:

"He who delights in solitude is either a beast or a god"

In trying to escape his social obligations, William unexpectedly is hurled into a whole new world, where a strange man who rules of ice and snow seems to take interest with him. What does the lone Ice King want with him? And what will befall dear William the longer he stays in a world where the fairy tales told every day to children everywhere are happening in intersecting ways, all around him?

--- with the help of a very kind friend, the first few chapters have been edited for typos and grammar mistakes ---

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I feel comfortable sharing this now on tumblr now that this fic that took me 6 months to complete is done. I want to go back and edit it at some point, but hey! If you want a fantastical drama involving curses and William going to “the dark side” in a sense as he goes through an identity crisis, as well as an emotional roller coaster that ends happily “ever after”.... I hope you’ll give this a read.

[duhragonball]

🌻

So I finally remembered to order some new T-shirts.   I used to buy blank T-shirts at the store, but for a while Target used to carry Gildan brand T-shirts which I found more comfortable for some reason.  Then they stopped carrying them for no apparent reason, and I realized that I didn’t need to put up with this bullshit anymore because I could just order Gildan shirts on the internet.    This was what led me to blankshirts.com

I always hated shopping for clothes as a kid, because all I wanted to wear were blank t-shirts, and my mom would drag me around making me look at all this useless horseshit with stripes and paisley patterns and button-down stuff and I hate all of that, I just want solid colors with no long sleeves or any other bells and whistles.  So now I just place a bulk order for forty Gildan T-shirts, and I wear them for like 18 months until I get sick of them and want to order new ones. 

I see people wax nostalgic about their childhoods, and I almost never get it because everything was a pain in the ass when I was a kid.  You couldn’t just get new pants, you had to go to the store and try them on.    Now I just know what number Levis I like and the two numbers that go with that, and I can order them over the computer.  I don’t need to clear any of this with my mom, or listen to her tell me “that’s tacky” or “you can’t just wear the same five colors of T-shirts over and over”.  

You know, I used to wear only black T-shirts for a few years.   My apartment got flooded and I was in a mood over it, and I started buying new clothes and figured “Well, I’ll just stick to one color for a while,” and the world didn’t end and the fashion police never found me.   Eventually I expanded the palette to stuff like “forest green” and “maroon” but it’s not that complicated.   I could have done this all along, but I had to get old enough to figure out how. 

I do like going to the Men’s Wearhouse, because even though I’m not a suit and tie guy, they talk to me like a peer and they don’t waste my time with stuff I don’t care about.   They’re like, here’s three shirts that would go with this, and I pick two.   Here’s some tie options.   I’ll take that one.    Done.  It’s doesn’t have to be this weird guessing game where you hope that “the right answer” and “what you actually want” are the same thing.  

I was reading about Donald Trump’s shitty Boeing 757 plane and he got like gold-plated everything.   To me, that’s stupid, because the place still looks like a jet airplane with couches in it, but now all the door handles and faucets are gold-plated, and then some bulter comes out serving Fillet O’Fish sandwiches, probably.   But I can respect having things your own way.   In the end, nobody really cares, so if you can afford it, go for it.   If I had my own private jet, I guess I’d have some cool Dragon Ball Z shit painted on the side, and maybe the airplane painting people would exchange funny looks behind my back, but they’d shrug and do it anyway, because I’m paying for it.  

I’m sort of shifting subjects here, but Trump’s plane reminds me of how I used to look up superyacht photos because I wanted some inspiration for Luffa’s spacship.   In the fanfic, she... ahem... acquired a pleasure craft from some rich dude, and the whole gag with that was that it was far too luxurious for her to appreciate.   I considered having her rip out all the plush decor, except she wouldn’t even care enough to bother with that.    Rich Corinthian leather sits just as well as cheap upholstery.  If she was running low on cash she could rip out some of the gold-plated decorations and sell it for scrap, but otherwise it’s just there, unappreciated. The new owner sleeps in the fitness center on Deck 4 and she spilled barbecue sauce on the 90000-count silk sheets.

The thing I quickly learned about super-yachts was how utterly unimpressive they really are.   You expect to see something mega-fancy, like a James Bond movie hideout, but it just looks like stuff you’d find in a moderately fancy home, except they put it on a boat, so that makes it more luxurious.   Oh, here’s a movie theater on this yacht.  It looks like a bunch of armchairs and a big screen TV like I’ve seen in furniture stores and electronic stores, only someone bought all that stuff and put it in one room and it’s on a boat.    The closest I ever saw to a truly fancy thing was a bay inside a superyacht where other, smaller boats were kept.   Which sounds cool, at least, but why would you want to leave your big fancy boat to screw around in smaller boats?

You read about this stuff, and it starts to feel like rich people already have it their own way, and they’re so used to it that they don’t know what else to want, so they start buying stuff like boats with smaller boats in them.   Muammar Gaddafi used to have this all-female boyguard staff, which sounds like this cool, over-the-top supervillain thing, but he probably got bored with it after a while, and where do you go from there?

Anyway, I’m just glad I can order these blank shirts without having to beg a Target store to carry them.    I’m simple that way.

[roseunspindle]

A really nice black butler fic of the phantomhive servants and dealing with the news of the campania’s sinking

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Despite the Differences (Sebastian Michaelis, Claude Faustus)

Kinktober 2022 Day Thirty: Overstimulation

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

To you, they always looked so different but felt so similar.

 Something in the look of their eyes. Something in the way that they moved about the room. The way they talked. The way they conducted themselves. Their manners- everything. One had a clear way of going about things while the other went a separate way. Yet they did the job right. With different expressions. Different looks about them. Different methods. Yet so, so similar. 

 For a while, you supposed it was just their training as butlers. You’ve been around many throughout your entire time. You were of noble blood- it was only natural considering your upbringing. But when you finally stopped to think about it, you realized that you’d never been around butlers this young looking before you met Sebastian and Claude. And then again, you’ve never gotten stares this intense from men. And for the longest time, you wove stories in your head about why their eyes might linger on your form as long as they do.

 You’re the only girl in your direct family line and could still be considered young despite your status as the oldest. Yet at eighteen, you were hardly seen as the child that your cousins and siblings still are. You imagined the stares you received from your butlers were because you were unmarried despite the long list of suitors that line up every day in your sitting room. You imagined the loaded words they delivered to you were because of your naturally spoiled nature. They also did keep their words clipped with a promise of punishment if you continued to test them. A promise you thought they would never keep. 

 But it never occurred to you, that one day you could push them both too far. Between the two men, they seemed to have an abundance of tolerance. Sebastian treated your cousin Ciel with such care and patience and Claude handled your other cousin, Alois, with so much precision. You thought that nothing you could ever do or say would ever cause their mask to crumble. It just never occurred to you that you’d be the one to cause them both to snap. Because they were so different, even if they felt the same. But were quick to learn that their difference are not what mattered. And that what you did is not what mattered either.

 Because a man is a man is a man. And when a man says he’ll keep his word to you. When men say they’ll keep their word to you. No, when men say one day, they’ll fuck the disobedience out of you- you know you should listen. But you didn’t.

 And that’s how you ended up here.

 “Oh…! Oh~”

 Your voice takes a new form. A form you’ve never heard it take before. It’s light and it’s airy and it’s uncontrolled by your thoughts. Rather, it comes out in response to their hands and their gazes. Their words and their attention. Something that feels so different from what you know. Something that feels so similar to what you’ve witnessed.

Though you suppose it’s a reaction only natural for you to have now that there has been a man sitting behind you, his legs on either side of yours as he undresses you while a different man sits and settles in front of you, his hand disappearing between your thighs for what feels like hours.

 “You know,” Sebastian begins softly, his velvety voice going directly into your ear as he purrs at you from behind. His hands are if anything, careful as he takes the bottom of your nightgown and holds it up to expose your delicate skin. It’s bunched up in his glove-covered fists, clearly ruining the ironing job that one of them did earlier this day. But when you turn your head to try to spare the best glance you can at Sebastian’s face, the grin upon his lips tells you that he couldn’t care less about his now ruined work. As long as he’s awarded the opportunity to ruin you. “I always found you to be the most tolerable of my charges.”

 There’s a weapon in his voice. One that’s sharp and pointed at your throat. One that gets you to whimper and whine as he forces your legs to open wider to allow his partner to continue his onslaught on the most precious part of your body. A feeling in your lower stomach sits there, building pressure. It’s a feeling you know they want you to feel. A feeling they refused to explain no matter how many times you begged and pleaded with them. No, instead Sebastian would just chuckle, and let his hands run over your soft mounds before playing with your pebbled nipples. No, instead Claude just sneers, moving his thumb to rub against the sensitive button settle between your shaking legs. Again, and again, again.

 “You always were agreeable.” Claude agrees while clicking his tongue. Unlike Sebastian, you can see this devil as he tortures you. The expressions he makes. The way he expressions he takes from you. But to see, it’s not enough for him to get his message across. And so the disappointment in his voice becomes obvious. It surrounds you much like the heat of this room. Much like the musty scent that grows and grows and grows the longer they take their time with you. Much like their touch and all the feelings that it brings. The conflict and the frustration. The hate and the desire. “Until you’re not.”

 There’s no running as Claude continues to bury two of his fingers into your entrance. He pulls them out just to push them in again, moving at a rough, rough pace as his eyes never leave yours behind his glasses. Watching you moan and cry out as you’re forced to feel this confusing and delicious feeling to you over and over again. And there’s no running from Sebastian either as he keeps you trapped between his body while his hands glide and grope across your body. Reminding you that this was all your doing. Reminding you to take your punishment like a good girl. Even if your mind is far too gone to even recall what brought you to this situation in the first place.

  Growing up, you thought of Sebastian as the nice one. And Claude was the cold one. But now, you can’t help but think that they’re equally as cruel as Sebastian allows him to do this. Because it’s your slick wetness that casts a glaze over Claude’s gloves, shining in the light as he touches you in a way no man has ever done before. And it’s Sebastian’s hands that expose this intimate part of your body to both of their eyes, showing them your body as it reacts to these new feelings in a way that no man has ever seen before. 

In a way, no one has ever seen or done before.

 But a man is a man is a man. And these men made a promise to you. A promise to drive you to the edge and make you feel things you’ve never felt before because of your behavior. Under their watchful eyes. Because of their practiced touches. And you should have listened. You should have listened. Because despite their difference…

 They always did feel the same.

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Hii can I request Alois x fem reader who is Ciel's sister and Ciel got invited to Trancy mansion and when him and his services came to mansion they saw Alois, reader and baby in reader's hands. So like reaction of them about baby

Thank youu

Reaction to S/o with baby HCs (Alois Trancy)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Alois can’t stand your brother sometimes (and the feeling is mutual for him). It’s been that way for over half a decade at this point

But Alios never seemed to mind you

Though his reaction to you holding your distant cousin’s new little girl wasn’t something you expected by a long shot

He was supposed to be there to talk to your brother

But as you stood by Ciel’s side with the little baby in your hands, Alois just wouldn’t stop starring 

It caused your brother to snap at him a couple of times

And all Alois could do was stammer back at him, red in the face and eyes darting to yours as he struggled to find an excuse for why he was starring at you with such a soft expression on his face

You didn’t think the quiet coos of a very sleepy infant was enough to be a distraction but you could tell that Alois’ mind was off in a different place when he watched you rock her gently to the side

Perhaps he has a soft spot for kids, perhaps he misses when he was this young and innocent- you don’t know if you’ll ever know

But you do know that your brother’s worst nemesis does have a quite cute look about him when he’s flustered like that

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could you write something for claude x reader where he’s his typical grouchy self but has a soft spot for his so🥹

Who Everyone Knows (Claude Faustus x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼 !!! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 :)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

The Claude everyone knows holds a permanent grow on his face. 

  He’s the intimidating butler of the Trancy family home. Tall and stiff. Dark and serious. Diligent, but oh-so scary. His manners, his words, and the absolute and utter perfection of his every action are enough to tell you of his supposed upbringing and his grooming. As a butler, he’s ideal. He every single one of his i’s and he crosses every single one of his t’s without fail and without complaint. It was as if he was born and bred for the sole purpose of being able to butter the bread of an entitled child. For the sole purpose of being a doll, a toy, a friend to be pushed around day in and day out by a dreadful charge. For the sole purpose of following orders.

  And he does that. He does just that. With every drop of professionalism and patience in the entire world.

  Because He’s the only man capable of handling the Earl Trancy and all his attitudes and fits. Because he’s a man who never smiles. Because he’s a man who never bends. A man who never breaks. No matter how much the most spoiled of brats try to torment him. No matter how much the most insufferable of men try to best him.

  The Claude everyone knows is a demon. This is the man they see taking utmost care with his duties with the deepest of frowns on his face and sharpest of eyes that have ever been shaped by the creator’s hands. This is the man they see- only occasionally- running errands with a look on his face that told the commonfolk that this man was not to be trifled with. And perhaps when they say demon, they think that he is so in the most literal sense of the word. Perhaps they have no idea of just how accurate they are when they insult him with their hushed whispers and their fearful side eyes. That is the Claude that everyone knows. That is the Claude that the whole world knows. 

  But the Claude you know?

  “Oh…baby…”

  He’s the furthest thing from a demon. The furthest thing.

  At your soft coo, he instantly deflates. The door to your shared bedroom in the servant’s quarter closes behind him as he slumps against the mahogany. His head hangs low and his shoulders sag as he’s finally releasing the weight of the entire world from his aching grip. And from what you’ve come to know of little Alois Trancy, you realized that it's a perfectly valid feeling. Even for an all-powerful being such as Claude himself. 

  But powerful or not, you find yourself raising from your spot on the bed and crossing the room to get to him. Outside your windows, it’s a dark yet moonlight-filled night. The sky is a deep blue and the clouds are few and far between. It’s a perfectly healthy night. Young and free and just a little past the bedtime of the Earl Trancy- though your beloved’s sudden presence is more than indicative of that. But you know that today was an exhausting day. You know it because you lived it. You know it too well.

  You have your own role to play in the Trancy household. Sometimes it’s cooking. Sometimes it’s cleaning. Sometimes it’s organizing and filing and paperwork and entertaining guests and more. Sometimes it’s even being the object of young Alois’ eyes- the latest victim of his terrifying nature. And while you’ve never experienced anything further than a very disruptive prank (that you were left the good honor of cleaning up behind), you were keenly aware of the young master’s sadistic tendencies. The other members of staff had it the worst. You don’t even want to think of the worst of the worst that young boy has done. But there is no one that Earl Trancy has attached himself more to than Claude himself.

  And that boy brings out the Claude that everyone knows. The man who stands stiff and tall. Serious and dark. Scary yet diligent. He’s able to cater to the boy’s every single whim. The only one to really gain a real and genuine semblance of favor. And Claude does this all without complaint. All without any hint of emotion. All without any sort of flaw. 

  But the Claude before you right now? He’s the furthest thing from that reality.

  The furthest thing.

  You stop only mere inches away from him. You stand chest to chest, looking at him while he continues to stare at his shoes and let out one labored breath after another. Your eyes rake his appearance and although he looks as perfect as ever, there are small signs of wear and tear that tell stories of his tiredness. Small. Not at all obvious. But they’re there. And as your eyes travel down even further, your gaze lands on the hand he still has wrapped around the door knob. 

  You observe as his hand grips and squeezes the door. The movement of his fingers- of his skeleton- now freed from a gloved prison as he attempts to use the brass doorknob as a stress reliever. Something to calm him down. Something to slow the approach of the storm. Something to make things all go away. To make things all go right. 

  It barely takes a second of consideration before you’re reaching out and taking his face into your hands. His cheeks rest against your palms, his skin cool to the touch but you don’t back down. Instead, you only opt to push his head up and up and up until exhausted golden eyes behind a pair of glasses are finally within your view. 

  And you’re gentle, as you handle him. You’re sweet as you allow him to all but collapse into your arms. You’re loving as you whisper to him messages of adoration while you guide him further into the bedroom. And you’re kind as you coax him to rely completely and entirely on you despite the title he holds. Because in moments like these, he is not Claude that everyone knows. He is not the Claude that everyone has seen and observed and witnessed. He is not the Claude that anyone could- would- recognize. Anyone. 

  And in moments like these? 

  You don’t want him to be.

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I'd love to see something with Grell x reader, maybe what you think a date might be like? ❤️

Date Night HCs (Grelle Sutcliff)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 !! 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗶 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆/𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗶 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲??? 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

To sum it up in two words, you would have to say fun (obviously, it’s Grelle) and awkward

AND NOT BECAUSE YOU DONT LIKE THEM

Nononononononono you adore them !!!!

And they’re so easy to talk to

The problem is that they adore YOU twice as much

So when meeting out in public, things can get a little hectic

Absolutely 100000% will scream about how adorable you look when you’re approaching from far away

And will show up with the biggest bouquet of flowers for you as a gift

And nearly dies inside when you’re the one reaching for their hand to hold as you two start walking

A date with Grelle is probably the whole nine yards too

Dinner, a show, maybe a walk around the shops or a nice garden

Of course, Grelle might be fidgeting and getting a little bit bored throughout some of the little less entertaining aspects of the night

But in the end, they’re doing it all for you <3 so they can handle a night that’s not really their forte as long as you’re enjoying yourself !!

Just remember to give your favorite reaper a kiss goodnight when it’s over

As long as you’re ready for them to smoother you with affection for a couple more minutes after the date was supposed to be over teehee ;]

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Spoiled Mess (Claude Faustus)

Kinktober 2021 Day Eight: Orgasm Delay/Denial

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

You would always be the first to say you’re spoiled. 

  The youngest and only granddaughter from your family’s line, you were truly a sight to behold. It didn’t matter if you were eighteen turning nineteen in a few more months: you would always be your parent’s little princess. And with three successful and protective older brothers, a bunch of adoring aunties and uncles, and a few doting grandparents, you practically had your world eating out the palm of your hand. 

  Of course, that pretty little face of yours helped a little too. 

But if there was anyone who had a soft spot for you, it would have been the Trancy Bulter, Claude. 

  You would have never guessed when you first met him- peaking behind your younger cousin Ciel’s and his butler’s back as he went back and forth with Earl Trancy when the two came over to discuss business while you were visiting. You couldn’t help but stare- mesmerized by such a beautiful man who never seemed to display an ounce of emotion. Not once. 

  And then he looked at you. Just the slightest tilt of the head in your direction. You doubted anyone noticed it happened. And while his lips never moved, you swore the look in his sharp golden eyes softened when he looked at you. Just a little. And as if it was nothing, he refocuses his attention on the two boys speaking in front of you. You try to as well, but it doesn’t quite come to you naturally with the face of a handsome stranger burning into your brain. 

  A couple of hours later, gloved hands suddenly grab your waist while you’re reaching up for a book on a high shelf, effectively stilling your struggle. A back presses into you, and you look up to see a long arm extending upwards and effortlessly grabbing the very book your fingers could only brush against. When he hands you the book, it comes with a whispered: “be careful, young miss” right in your ear. You shiver as his breath tickles your skin and his touch lingers for a moment or two or three too long. And by the time your heart stops racing, he’s long gone. 

  It’s like he was never there at all. 

  From that point onwards, something develops that you’re not quite sure of. While you’re in Ciel’s care, there’s no doubt that you grow fond of your younger cousin’s staff. They took extra care of you per your parent’s instructions while you had to be away from home. And you could tell that Sebastian had a certain fondness for you, personally. When you weren’t having a spoilt brat moment of your own, of course. 

  But there were moments when you would be by yourself. Wandering, strolling the grounds, just to run into a visiting Claude, whom you had no idea was coming. It was always a pleasant surprise though you can’t say that his sudden appearance hadn’t startled you once or twice. Even still, it was nice. And it was always the same greeting from him- a kiss to the hand that seemed to linger far longer than such an innocent gesture should. 

Sometimes he would straighten up to his full height and offer you his arm as the two of you continued your walk together. You’d get the chance to babble about your day, what you saw, just how life was for you. And every time he’d give his practiced butler responses- clipped, straight to the point, and exactly what a noble girl like you would want to hear. Sometimes he apologized for cutting this meeting so short and that he had duties to attend to. Though you always noticed just when that he happened, he slow down the way he’d walk, just a little. 

  It was always the right amount of time for you to chase after him. It seems part of him sought you out as much as you sought him. At least, that’s nice to believe. 

  But how it could all go wrong so fast, you’re not quite sure. 

  You really weren’t trying to be a bother. You always just liked following Claude into the kitchen. It was satisfying watching him work- creating the most beautiful and yummy things out of what feels like practically nothing. He would flit about the kitchen silently, focused on his work and nothing else. 

  Most days like that, you would take advantage of that and tease him. Switch bowls when he wasn’t looking. Move ingredients. Put things away. Take things out. Hide a spoon behind or plate or dish behind your back with an innocent smile. But it was all in good fun. All to crack some emotion out of him. 

  And of course, it never worked. But to you, that was okay. The quiet he would just fix everything you mixed up with that same passive expression on his was something awe-inspiring to you. You were always so used to such normal butlers- people who got upset and angry with you when you were younger, but all you wanted to do was capture their attention and play. Even Sebastian would express more emotions than him! To you, it feels impossible to get any sort of reaction of note from Claude. 

  And then today, you made the mistake of moving nice. 

  It was just a butter knife. Long and harmless. Silver and dull. It was likely from one of the more unimportant cutlery sets in the kitchen. But it was off to the side, and he was halfway across the room, digging into the fridge so you took your chance. Swiping it from the countertops and holding it tightly in your grasp, and hiding behind your back.

  It was harmless, really. Just a silly little joke that left you shaking with giggles you could hardly contain. But if only you knew that this would be the beginning of the end of you. 

  A call of your last name and first name sends shivers down your spine as Claude approaches the space where the knife once was on the counter. His voice was quiet and his tone deadly serious. He’s never used your first name before, and that scared you. You try flashing him an innocent smile- something cheeky, something cute- before it fades into something more fearful. He’s only eying you from over his shoulder, golden eyes starring hard into your soul.

Your grip on the knife behind your back tightens. For a split second, you wonder if you would have to use it.

  But the thought was ripped away from you as quickly as it came because, in mere moments, Claude was standing in front of you. You always used to adore it when he would stand next to you. His tower over you- making you feel so small yet protected. Though this time was different as he loomed over you with narrowed eyes and a hand extended.

  “Give it here.”  His voice was clipped. You were afraid.

  Your hand moves slowly as you bring the stolen knife from behind your back. The overwhelming sense of shame rolled over you in waves. You’re eighteen. You’re a young lady. You’re nobility. You were raised  better.  And yet, your lips quiver with an apology that you don’t know how to say to him. 

  That you never got to say to him. 

  As soon as your wrist was in sight, his hand shot out and grabbed it. His grip wrenched you closer to him, and you couldn’t stop from crying out in surprise. He was easily able to pull the knife from your grip all the while he leaned forward and spoke directly into your hear. 

  “Never do that again.”  A hiss from behind glasses covered by a glare of light. You wonder if you’ll ever see his eyes soften at you again. “Go. I will deal with you  later .”

  You wonder if you ever want to see him again.

  ~

  You spend hours in your room, twiddling your thumbs and awaiting his presence. You’re unsure of what exactly it is this time that you did so wrong. You’ve never seen such intense anger from the butler. You don’t think you’ve seen him express any intense emotions at all. That’s what makes you wait. The fear, the curiosity. 

  And when he finally comes, it’s after midnight. And you’re thankful for the late hour. 

  It’s fewer people to hear you cry. 

  He has you on his lap. It’s been a long time since you’ve sat on anyone’s lap, and it’s no surprise that things feel way different than they have before. You fit comfortably where he has you- not too big and definitely not too small. But you can’t say that the encounter is as entirely innocent as you thought it would be. In fact, it never was. Not even from the get-go. 

  After all, the first thing he did when he got to you was rip off your panties. 

  “Spoiled brat. Always getting your every desire.”  Claude mutters, his long fingers twisting in weird ways inside of you. You can’t help but hold on to his wrist as his fingers pump in and out of your most intimate parts and beg for mercy. And yet, your words fall deaf upon his ears.  “To think you’ve been nobility since birth.”

  He had your legs on either side of his with one hand hooked underneath your knee. The force he used to keep your legs open was unbeatable. It was impossible to close unless he  allowed  you to. His gloves were long discarded- placed neatly to the side when he had taken you into his lap. He pulled up your long, light pink satin-silk nightgown, and you hold the edge of the dress up and in your hands.

   It was your first time being undressed by a male other than Sebastian. And even with Sebastian, your first few times being helped by a butler rather than one of your estate maids was an odd experience. Though Claude wasted no time trying to get comfortable with you. 

  “Has anyone touched you here?” He had finally murmured after a long stretch of silence, his long pointer finger circling your entrance. You felt exposed in this position- with your dress up and man’s hand teasing the part of your body you were always taught was most sacred. When you shook your head a shaky ‘No,’ he chuckled lowly. “Really now? I suppose I shall be the first to introduce you to your womanhood.” 

  That was over an hour ago. You were oh-so-rarely allowed alone with boys your own age. Always with an escort to keep careful watch over you and your purity. And yet you, you somehow find yourself here. Legs apart and crying as Claude makes you feel things you’ve never felt before. 

  “C-Claude- Ah!” You couldn’t stop the way your voice would cry out. Whatever he was doing to you- it made you feel weird. You would have never thought anyone would ever put their fingers in  um, there.  Yet he explored your body effortlessly, sending electricity throughout your body and making your brain feel fuzzy time and time again. “Please- I-I feel it again!”

  To say you were a novice when it came to intercourse was an understatement. You were always the baby of your family- the idea of marrying you off felt so foreign to your parents and your older brother. In their heads, you would always be the picture-perfect younger daughter or sister. There was no one to tell you about what adults do- not even books. Yet the ever-diligent Claude was here for you and all your needs. 

  “ Ah, I see.”  The fingers buried inside your slit slow to a stop and gently pull out. You whine at the feeling- your body naturally missing the stretch. Still, he does nothing but ignore your pleas in favor of fulfilling his own agenda. He takes his middle and pointer finger and uses it to hold open the lips of your entrance for him. It’s hard not to stare at the way his wet fingers shine in the darkness of your room against your skin. You’re not quite sure what it is, yet Claude tells you that you produce a lot of it.  “So messy. And so sensitive too.”

  “I’m sorry,” You turn your head down and whisper, remorse heavy in your voice. Your body feels drained as you come down from the euphoria you were experiencing earlier. There’s something inside of you that craves something you can’t explain. It’s something that you’re not supposed to want unless Claude gives it to you, he explained. Just like the knife you took. “I didn’ mean it.” 

  Your eyes follow to where his hand is, and you can’t help but grow flustered. There’s a dark mark- on his hand that keeps catching your eye even when he tells you to ignore it. It's star-shaped and intricate- unlike anything you've ever seen before. You think it’s rather attractive on him, but you’re more focused on his intent gaze that’s always looking over your shoulder- staring intently at your entrance. Your slit twitches at the attention, and you swear it has its own heartbeat down there. You’re completely and utterly embarrassed, yet you didn’t want to upset Claude any further. He was already being so gentle by giving you both a punishment and a lesson in anatomy. 

  Though where the lesson ends and the punishment begins, you’re not sure. 

  “While that may be the case you are still quite spoiled. And quite the messy little thing too . ”   His voice sends shivers up and down your spine as he moves a finger to rest on a tiny little button-like part of your entrance. The second his finger makes contact, you can’t help but shift your hips and whimper, the conflicting feeling of pleasure shooting up your body. Your “clit” he called it. He said it’s supposed to make you feel good and that only he should touch it. Afterall...“ Messy girls aren’t good girls.”

  You mewl as his fingers start to rub circles into your clit. He’s about to start again.  You know it.  That’s what he did the last couple of times. Rub you, stick his fingers inside and reach  deep  inside of you while you do nothing but cry out, again and again. And when it starts to feel like too much, he stops. He lets your body calm down and your heart rate slow. And just when you think you’re safe. Just when you think it’s over, a finger lands on your clit, and you know it just won’t end. Because after an hour of doing this to you, you would think it’s enough. You would think things would end. 

  And eventually, they will. 

  But you don’t focus on that by now. Instead, your brain just thinks about holding your dress, so it’s out of Claude’s way. Your brain just thinks about the hand that reaches over you and the dark mark on the back of his hand that disappears from few as he sinks a finger into your pussy. Your brain just thinks about how this all started from a harmless joke and that you couldn’t even remember pulling and you wonder about how this even connects back to it as a punishment. 

  But one thing’s for certain:

  “Messy girls don’t get to go outside until they clean their rooms. So messy girls can’t finish until she pays for her mistakes?” He whispers into your skin- directly over the wet noises of his fingers beginning to pump in and out of you. “Though there's no need to look so worried. After all...”

  You should have never pulled that prank.

  "It's only right that I finally get to spoil you."