#black butler fic

[fanfictionsworld]

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

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

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

You are very difficult to him,which he hates.

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

Why is this human denying me.

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

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

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

You avoid him everywhere.

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

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

You just keep walking an completely ignore him while you shop

Which in truth is very irritating for him.

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

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

To him that was like a dagger trough his hart.

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

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

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

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

[dilfhos]

WALKING ON GLASS.

#!WHO; SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS x fem!reader

#!CC: power play, o.sex (receiving), implications of demonic entities

NETWORKS @angelshub @bitchcraftinc @planetonet

The sound of dishes smashing against the floors was deafening as it carried throughout the manor. The splintering shatter of an expensive set caused the three three other house aids to grimace. In the upper room of Ciel Phantomhive, his eyes closed and he sighed, for regret was starting to cloud his mind in hiring you— the new maid. The help to what he’d already deemed, ‘A full house.’

Sebastian bowed gracefully, his head cocked slightly as he smiled.

“I will see to it that the mess will be cleaned young master.”

“Make sure that you do. I have very little patience left.” Phantomhive waved off. Sebastian then walked out shutting the door behind him with a soft click. He pulled at his pristine gloves as he walked down the hallways, a devilish grin splitting his face.

When he’d arrived at the kitchen door he’d picked up on quips of complaints from you and Mei-Ren.

“I’m going to be done for sure this time...” You whined, brushing glass pieces onto a dustpan.

“I’m sure you won’t. The young master is lenient. During my recent years I was such a klutz and Sebastian had to—”

The butler opened the door and the conversation halted with unease in the air. Mei-Ren stood nervously and you kept your head low as your fingers trembled to pick up the rest of the glass. The heat of eyes boring into the side of your head didn’t go unnoticed as they clinked softly together in the pile.

“You may go. I shall handle this.” Sebastian’s velvety voice remained low, his eyes glued on your crouched form. Mei-Ren gave a reassuring glance towards you and bowed quickly. After the haste retreating footsteps, the room was quiet except for the soft sound of tinkling glass shards.

“Stand please,” Sebastian hummed, his red eyes trailing your straned movements; your chest rose and fell slightly and he could hear the quickening tapping of your beating heart. Your eyes looked everywhere but at him, which he found a bit rude but another lesson to be made at a later date.

You clasped your hands in front of your body, ready to endure whatever verbal penalty was sure to be made. This wasn’t your first offense.

Countless of glassware had been destroyed by your hand, not to mention the mistakes you’ve made since you were hired by the young master. From nearly burning down the manor due to attempted meals, to using the wrong chemicals in the garden. All resulting in Sebastian’s stern dispraises. Phantomhive pegged you to be just as bad as his other servants put together.

Sebastian began to snake towards you, his movements precise and elegant. With ease, he’s stepped through the shards of remaining glass, not even trailing it behind him. As he got closer, you subconsciously shrunk back until you hit the far wall with a small gasp.

Sabastian brought his hand to his mouth, swiftly biting the fingertip of his glove and pulling it off, all the while his gaze never left yours. Leaving the glove on his left hand, he pressed both palms against the wall on either side of your head, effectively caging you in. He picked out the accelerated beating in your chest as his face lowered towards yours.

Sebastian was never going to admit this to any mortal, but he a part of him was looking forward to another slip up from you. Ever since the young lord hired you, your entire essence intrigued him. On more accounts than one, the need for self restraint became nearly intangible whenever you were around. He knew humans were creatures who could not reject temptation. Never had he thought he’d be acting just like them.

His eyes held a dark glint in them as his lips stretched into a grin.

“That set was a favorite of the young lord,”

“I’m sorry! I slipped and I really tried to catch my fall, but I only ended up making things worse.”

“Yes, the ordeal is quite unfortunate,” He continued. “The entire glass set was a precious family heirloom.” The demon lied, which was proven to be effective given the horror stricken look on your face. You were on the verge of tears and your lips parted to let out a soft sigh.

Sebastian brought a finger under your chin, pulling your head up in his direction. For the first time, you were made to look into his piercing eyes and you gulped.

“I’m sure I can come up with a reason for the destruction of the valuables.” His eyes shone mischievously and a second later, it hit you. And he knew that you were not going to reject the offer. In return, his knee slid upwards, dragging out a gasp from you at the sudden movement and the friction against your core. He smirked and lowered his sight to the rise and fall of your chest, zeroing in on your breasts.

“Lift your uniform and turn around.” His order was low and straight to the point, sending a shiver down your spine. He stepped back, allowing you to do so and once you were facing the wall, your cheeks heated up in how vulnerable you were now before the butler. A second or so later, you felt cool air hitting your heat and you whimpered, turning your head slightly. You then felt strong hands taking hold on your hips, gripping them in a way that sent dull pain throughout your legs.

“Face the wall.”

Sebastian moved closer, licking his lips at the scent of your femininity. It was different and he was intrigued. His finger hooked through the side of your panties, pulling them taut and exposing your glistening lower lips. He leaned forward, giving you a quick and experimental lick, causing you to release a not-so-quiet cry.

“I would strongly suggest keeping your voice down, yes? We wouldn’t want an audience.” He chuckled before returning his mouth to your pussy. You quickly clenched your uniform dress in one hand as the other covered your mouth, muffling your moans in your gloved hand.

His tongue flattened against you, teasing your clit before trailing back until it disappeared inside of you, writhing and thrusting against your gummy walls. Your body was growing flush as he worked his mouth against you, drawing more and more of your slick.

Sebastian’s movements started off as sensual and graceful, much like his surface personality. But each second his senses spent engulfed in your heat ignited something primal in him. His refined technique was abandoned and replaced with one less coordinated but more enthusiastic nonetheless.

Subconsciously, his fingers dug deeper into your hips releasing more added pleasure than pain. Obscene wet noises arose, synchronizing with your low moans. A hand left your hip to push past your folds and curled upwards, effectively sending a shock through your body resulting in a cry this time.

Sebastian hummed, taking the action into memory and his ministrations seemingly went lazy. At this point, it wouldn’t take much more for you to come and he knew this, doing it again.

His face pushed deeper against you, his tongue nudging your clit and at the same time curling his finger and this is what sent you over the edge.

The noise that escaped wasn’t suppressed behind your palm this time. Your thighs quivered as you calmed down, whimpering as the butler gave you a final few laps before standing. Now more than before, you wanted to feel him, see him, touch him as he ravaged you with what he had to offer.

Turning around slightly, you caught a glimpse of darkness, the air around you suddenly cold. Murkiness surrounded you, as you only caught a flash of his twisted face in a snarl—a stark contrast to his typical refined features. A shiver ran down your spine, his grip returning but tighter than the last.

“You still refuse to listen.” His breath was ticking your ear, tone menacing but the same velvet that compelled your limbs to relax.

Before you could come up with some half thought out apology, he sheathed his dick into you, grunting softly when he was flush against your ass. Not knowing when he had the time to release himself, you keened at the sudden intrusion as you shifted and tightened around him.

He sighed, strumming his fingers on your hips before pulling out and pushing into you firmly. His movements formed a rhythm as you were rocked against the wall. By now, your hand had fallen from your mouth and was instead placed on the surface in front of you. Movements increasing in speed as well as forcefulness, moans poured from you, wafting through the kitchen and you could only hope that’s where they’ll remain.

Sebastian grunted before yanking your hands behind you, wrists gripped under his one hand with precision at the small of your back. He’s reverted to fucking you with reckless abandon, his own breathing just barely ragged.

You, however were a mess, your vision blurred with wetness, voice producing a low mantra of the butler’s name as a desired pressure began to build up within you. Over and over, his thrusts hit that sweet spot within you that pushed you closer and closer to that moment of bliss.

“What do you think of this lesson?” It was a strange question, at the even most strangest time. It barely processed in your ears and you’re only half inclined to answer in the state you’re in. However, his hand reaches to tilt your head back, face ethereally perfect as golden pools stare into your soul.

“Hnn..?” You couldn’t think, much less articulate any response he was looking but that was alright. He just wanted to drink in the gloss in your eyes as your mouth moves, no words escaping. Your cunt pulsated around him, each stroke drawing more and more of your essence from your body. Perhaps, he thought, it would be wrong to indulge in a bit of the human soul. Not when you were so vulnerable and pliant under his mere gaze. You didn’t see him now. You didn’t see what he’d become again, as the only thing you that surrounded you was the grip of the cold and your cunt being stretched out.

Only when he released you with a low chuckle did the static disipitate and the pressure snaps, his hand quick to hold your cries.

Delicious aftershocks took hold of you, controlling your convulsions as you clenched repeatedly around Sebastian’s cock. You couldn’t see the subtle twist of his features as he approached euphoria as well, his grip icy as he held you against the wall. Following suit soon after, his hot come spilled into you in copious amounts, filling you until it trickled down your thighs.

He pulled out and your legs buckled slightly beneath you before he chuckled and you were spun around.

“Hey now,”

Sebastian was altogether neat. His uniform remained as immaculate as they were when he walked in, white gloves on and pristine. His face retained its usual fair skinned complexion, void of sweat or any indication of vigorous activity.

Meanwhile, you knew you looked a complete mess if it wasn’t obvious. Sebastian cocked his head and smiled warmly, a bright expression that contrasted the devil in his eye.

“Despite how pleasurable this lesson has been, I implore you to exercise caution and heighten your awareness. The young master would not appreciate any more recklessness from you and neither will I.” As he spoke his teeth gleamed only adding to the weight of his words engraved in your mind.

Still you straightened, your hands clasping tightly over your uniform as you nodded curtly.

“Yes Sebastian!”

After that encounter in the kitchen, your mistakes and slip-ups had been reduced to very little occurrences to absolutely none.

“See I knew you’d get the hang of things!” Mei-Ren beamed.

“Maybe I’ll let you cook something small again. Seeing how much you improved and all.” Baldroy had praised, fanning a smoking pot.

Each of the house aids were ultimately pleased you were doing better than you had been before.

Even Phantomhive seemed content, but not at all surprised knowing Sebastian had a hand in it. The butler was delighted as well, rewarding your improvements with favorable pleasures every now and again.

He still needed to teach you a lesson about listening after all.

DILFOS. do not plagiarize my content— current or archival.

[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Book 1:

Follows the events of Season One

Prologue: One Hell of a Meeting

Chapter One: One Hell of a Reunion

Chapter Two: One Hell of a Rat

Chapter Three: One Hell of a Fiancée

Chapter Four: One Hell of a Case

Chapter Five: One Hell of a Viscount

Chapter Six: One Hell of a Ripper

Chapter Seven: One Hell of a Reaper

Chapter Eight: One Hell of a Dog

Chapter Nine: One Hell of a Hound

Chapter Ten: One Hell of a Fair

Chapter Eleven: One Hell of a Ring

Chapter Twelve: One Hell of a Doll

Chapter Thirteen: One Hell of a Prince

Chapter Fourteen: One Hell of a Deer

Chapter Fifteen: One Hell of a Curry

Book 1.5:

Follows the non-manga-canon anime events of Season One and Season Two

Chapter One: One Hell of a Monastery

Chapter Two: One Hell of a Congregation

Chapter Three: One Hell of a Cleansing

Chapter Four: One Hell of an Arrest

Chapter Five: One Hell of a Torture

Chapter Six: One Hell of a Queen

Chapter Seven: One Hell of an Angel

Chapter Eight: One Hell of an End

Chapter Nine: One Hell of a Thief

Chapter Ten: One Hell of a Camera

Chapter Eleven: One Hell of a Train

Chapter Twelve: One Hell of a Crisis

Chapter Thirteen: One Hell of an Instrument

Chapter Fourteen: One Hell of a Dress

Chapter Fifteen: One Hell of a Ball

Chapter Sixteen: One Hell of a Dance

Chapter Seventeen: One Hell of an Order

Chapter Eighteen: One Hell of a Separation

Chapter Nineteen: One Hell of a Maze

Chapter Twenty: One Hell of a Loyalty

Book 2:

Follows the events of Book of Circus, Book of Murder, and Book of Atlantic

Chapter One: One Hell of a Circus

Chapter Two: One Hell of a Prosthesis

Chapter Three: One Hell of a Roommate

Chapter Four: One Hell of a Hallmark

Chapter Five: One Hell of a Cold

Chapter Six: One Hell of a Show

Chapter Seven: One Hell of a Fire

Chapter Eight: One Hell of a Nature

Chapter Nine: One Hell of a Banquet

Chapter Ten: One Hell of an Alibi

Chapter Eleven: One Hell of a Murder

Chapter Twelve: One Hell of a Discussion

Chapter Thirteen: One Hell of a Newcomer

Chapter Fourteen: One Hell of a Perpetrator

Chapter Fifteen: One Hell of a Reveal

Chapter Sixteen: One Hell of a Hire

Chapter Seventeen: One Hell of a Ship

Chapter Eighteen: One Hell of an Experiment

Chapter Nineteen: One Hell of a Corpse

Chapter Twenty: One Hell of a Lady

Chapter Twenty-One: One Hell of an Identity

Chapter Twenty-Two: One Hell of a Scythe

Chapter Twenty-Three: One Hell of a Past

Chapter Twenty-Four: One Hell of a Record

Chapter Twenty-Five: One Hell of a Confession

Book 3:

Follows the Events of Weston College Arc

Chapter One: One Hell of a College

Chapter Two: One Hell of an Appointment

Chapter Three: One Hell of an Investigation

Chapter Four: One Hell of a Trap

Chapter Five: One Hell of an Inquiry

Chapter Six: One Hell of an Exit

Chapter Seven: One Hell of a Celebration

Chapter Eight: One Hell of a Tournament

Chapter Nine: One Hell of a Match

Chapter Ten: One Hell of a Parade

Chapter Eleven: One Hell of a Tea

Chapter Twelve: One Hell of a Midnight

Chapter Thirteen: One Hell of an Incident

To be continued...

Specials:

General: OVA

Halloween Specials: 2023, 2024

Christmas Specials: 2023

Valentine's Day Specials: 2024

Pride Specials: 2024

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[vampire-lord-garfield]

Found an old fic wip. Where there's some kind of big reception at the Phantomhive estate (maybe for Christmas, maybe because they were trying to lure out a suspect. Idk, past me was sure I'll remember).

And in the middle of it for supernatural reasons Sebastian is slowly loosing grasp on his human disguise. It starts standart with eyeglow and sharp teeth. Then progresses to extra eyes on his face or neck. Then it starts getting freaky (aka extra limbs, gaping snake like maw etc). He is also has this flashes of not quiet being in control of himself mentally. So after each episode he will will any changes away but it slowly gets more and more out of hand.

Which is not good, considering the whole manor is pact full of very important and very mortal people.

The bastard is too prideful to show that anything is wrong to Ciel (but also it's not like he can shoo the whole party away. That would greatly damage the earl's reputation. So what's the point?) . You know who notices? Servants that are right there and can see the whole thing even if he is doing his best to hide it. They already kinda know that he isn't a normal human. So Baldroy just goes:

"yeah, that's weird. But we are working with human snake hybrid and child human experiment. We figured that the immortal twink that never talks about his past is freaky too"

And then they all work together in insuring that the event goes smoothly. Why keeping seb from the public and trying to keep him in check.

Idk. Maybe I'll be brave and finish it. Or maybe this plot bunny wip is entertaining solely to me and me alone.

[iridescent-solstice]

Old fic for an au I was planning out with the character: Claude Faustus | ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: {MDNI‼ This fic contains stuff not meant for minors to read. I do not want you to interact with this, please respect my wishes or you will be blocked. Contains themes of a/b/o dynamics, possessive partner, yandere themes, stuff of this category} |

{Wolf spider!Claude X moth!reader}

No one expected you to enjoy being mated to Claude Faustus, but here you are… Not one to take many risks, this was daunting for you. Usually being very cautious and rarely acting impulsively. You knew all it'd take for you to be captured is one wrong move... But ever since you had accepted him as yours. You began to stir up trouble. At first it was daunting, to rely upon someone, but as time passed on you found yourself enjoying it. Enjoy being around Claude. Finally letting your guard down enough to enjoy every day to its fullest. Long gone were the days you’d have to sleep with one eye open in case of intruders or worry about running out of food. Because like the amazing mate he was, not only was no one allowed to lay a finger upon you, but the pantry was always stocked with the honey and nectar, what you craved daily…. Well, it wasn't the only thing you craved but he did well to satisfy your other needs as well

But as reserved and introverted as you were. That didn't mean you stayed out of trouble. Often getting into strange predicaments and disappearing for long hours. You were quite the energetic one. Very rambunctious and full of curiosity. The gift of flight usually led to long adventures. He didn't seem to mind them. He did, but we all know he's great at playing pretend. You felt relieved. Finally, someone not hot on your tail. Finally, someone that gave you the freedom to be yourself...

The other moths in your colony which had attempted to court you, felt like they had every right to restrict you. Overbearing to an unhealthy degree so it's no wonder you never settled for them… No. You're too free spirited to be tied down. But that didn't mean Claude was hands off with you. No, in fact he had many rules and regulations you were more than happy to abide by. And if you weren't… Well, he was more than happy to put you back in your place. The place by his side. 

It wasn't until you disappeared for a day and a half did Claude begin to reconsider his leniency on your routine escapade. Because as sweet as he was with you. He wasn't one to share, and certainly wasn't one to let what was his leave so freely. He was almost too sweet with you, sickeningly so sometimes. Smothering with his affections. Borderline obsessive. Almost as if he didn't quite know how to love. It certainly took him some time to adjust to taking care of you. Once he got a hang of it though? He was a natural…. Coddling and often babying you. Leaving your mind hazy. Sometimes not letting you do anything by yourself. Most would often find you perch upon his lap, nuzzling into his chest as he dealt with trespassers. With his hands running up and down your back, wings, legs, anything he could get his hands on. Fully showing you off to the dismay of those cowering under him. His favourite was when the arch of your tiny foot fit perfectly into the palm of his hand and the shudder you’d give when his thumb would gently be stroking your ankle... If he had a little less self-control than usually, he probably would’ve taken you right then and there. Yes, in front of said audience. (He's icky like that)

“You’re too precious to be out on your own.”

He couldn't stop the nagging thought in the back of his head that argued with him every time you headed out… He knew had to play it safe or you’d run away. Fly away where he couldn’t reach you. So, he prods around your mind quite often. Asking your opinion on matters, what you feel about certain things, etc. Trying to understand you. To know you, it makes your heart swell and quickly turns you all lovey dovey and sappy. But you misunderstand… This is not to entertain you… Oh no, rather it’s to find out how to better capture you. To make you his in mind, body, and soul… So, when you made the pricey mistake to return back to the den gravely injured… He had no qualms wrapping you in his arms tightly and pinning you in his web. After treatment but nonetheless... Poor unfortunate you had warmed your way into his heart. He’d be less inclined to let you leave, making up silly excuses, but after some time it's not like you’d wanna leave after he’d be done… satisfying you.

“Its for your own safety, you need me! You would do well to understand that”

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[thelaughtercafe]

Matters of the Heart

Tea Type: Milk Tea

Potential Triggers: Brief mentions of intentional verbal abuse, and a raised hand though no contact is made. A carriage accident takes place. Ciel is 21 at the start of this fic and ages as it continues!

Pairing: Ciel Phantomhive/F! Reader

Length: 1.1k+

Summary: This is an AU where the demon contract never happened, so Ciel simply grew up without his parents; cynical and detached from the world. He'd already chased Lizzie away long ago, and he intended to do the same to you. This was how it was meant to be. What he deserved.

His parents’ death had changed him. Everyone expected that, to some extent. But what they didn’t expect was the way Ciel grew cold and distant.

He shut down entirely; let no-one in. His engagement was called off with Lizzie after a few years of cruel words. He was always especially cruel to her.

She deserved someone better than a broken man such as him.

She was happily married now.

He had not attended, merely sending reassurance the Phantomhive name would continue their working relationship and support her and her family in whatever endeavors they needed.

What he didn’t expect to have to do…was be thrown into another engagement when he turned 21.

You were…different from Lizzie that way for sure. His cruelty didn’t make you burst into tears. Nor did you even flinch when he raised a hand to you. He never would’ve gone through with it, but most women fled with the fear of abuse.

You lived mirror existences as the date grew ever closer and one day when he was in a particularly sour mood…he snapped when you brought him tea.

“Why are you still here? Are you some kind of masochist, foolish girl!? I have done nothing but treat you badly and yet you refuse to leave and shower me in kindness I am not worthy of!”

Your smile dropped a moment and then it widened despite the sadness within it.

“…I stay for two reasons, Mr. Phantomhive. One, grief is a powerful emotion. One that can and will consume every part of your being like the vilest of diseases if you allow it to. You wish to never let anyone close. To never allow your heart to feel love again for fear of having that love turn to the agony of loss and grief. I am a patient woman. And I know this anger you show, this cruelty and bluster…is merely a facade. A mask you wear so you may feel safer with me at a distance. I have already been through my cycles of grief and decided I will allow my heart to love again, despite the pain that might ensue. But I can not make you do the same. You will come to your own conclusion when and if you are ready to.”

Ciel was…in shock. You’d never spoken this much, all but locking yourself away in the library and only offering him gentle kindnesses expected of a wife such as bringing him lunch when he forgot to eat and the like.

All he could say was.

“And the second?”

Your smile widened.

“Just as grief is powerful, so too is unflinching kindness and empathy.”

You turned on your heel and began to leave but paused at the door, voice lightly teasing.

“Thank you for the new shipment of books, Mr. Phantomhive.”

You slipped out to the sound of him shouting after you that it was only to keep you far away from him, but you knew if you looked back he’d be blushing.

He did not change all at once. Of course he didn’t. You did not expect him to.

There were still full days of silence. Full weeks even. There were days where he reminded you of a wounded animal, lashing out at every little thing in fear of how you may harm him.

But something quite miraculous happened when you had to meet with your parents, about 3 months after your explanation and a month before the wedding.

As you entered your parents’ estate, Ciel initiated physical contact, putting a hesitant barely-there arm around your waist. When he caught your shocked gaze and the blush on your cheeks he flushed himself and yet did not release you.

“…Don’t get any ideas women. It’s just to keep up appearances around my soon-to-be family-in-law. A mere formality.”

You beamed and quickly looked to the side to blink the burning in your eyes away.

He was healing, whether he realized it yet or not. Not only had he not cared for formality before.

That was also the first time he’d called your parents family.

The meeting went well, your mother gushing over how close you seemed to be and your father happy Ciel was well-versed in business and could keep up with him.

The drive home was not silent, but instead, Ciel led the conversation, talking about your parents and how ecstatic they were.

You were wed before he was fully finished healing but you weren’t worried. He had started and that was enough for you.

It happened rather suddenly. You’d both been out shopping, getting clothes and furniture and all sorts of things now that you would be moving in “so you couldn’t complain later”.

As you were crossing the street, a carriage came careening down it much too fast. Too fast for you to act.

Your husband did, pushing you out of the way with a cry of your name.

The ensuing crash was deafening but you cared not for anything save your husband, frantically kneeling over his body and sobbing as you heard people rushing to get medical attention and the police.

They showed up quickly once they heard the Phantomhive name. They tried to insist on you returning home to wait but you refused to be separated from your husband.

The ensuing days were…tough, to put it lightly. You cried enough tears to fill a lake at his bedside as you waited for him to wake. Your parents were out of the country on business so you were all alone.

The doctor had said he’d done all he could and it was up to Ciel if he lived or not.

You tightly held his hand and spoke to him.

“Please, don’t leave me. I know you must be ecstatic at the chance to see your parents again but I need you here Ciel. Please. We have such long lives ahead of us. I beg of you, don’t make a widow of me. I-I love you.”

You lowered your head to sob into the hands holding his and were startled at the feeling of someone rubbing your head before his familiar voice filled your ears.

“…You finally said it. You’ve been holding in your feelings all this time while I acted as the pinnacle of immaturity in a vain attempt to push you away.”

His blue eyes shone with remorse and genuine care.

“Will you forgive me, my love?”

You nodded breathlessly as you laughed and hugged him tightly.

He chuckled as you pulled away.

“I never want to lose anyone I care about again. And so I will fight to protect all that I do. I hope you will do the same for me.”

You laughed.

“Till death do us part, Ciel, I will ever remain at your side.”

He flushed and looked away with a huff, reaching out expectantly and smirking just slightly as you held his hand, though he pretended to be stoic as ever, clearing his throat.

“Yes, well, see to it you do.”

[dealinquent]

guys help I'm just finding out ao3 has a surprising amount of Harry Potter Black Butler crossover fics??

I saw one where Harry is Ciel and Draco is Alois I'm CRYINGf

[cat3ch1sm]

🧚🏾‍♂️~ hello, everyone! i am so so sorry for not writing anything at all and leaving you all for so long. i am back now, though- i promise!! please enjoy these brief Agni black butler headcanons in the meantime, while i try and get back into writing longer fics. also, announcement- i now write for across the spider-verse! check my masterlist (pinned)?for some more info :)) i love you all and thanks for your support, it means the world even if im not the most deserving of it. enjoy agni lovers <33

⇢ ˗ˏˋ fem!reader, slight nsfw ࿐ྂ

𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦! <𝟑𝟑

not gonna lie, you definitely caught him off guard. normally he’s the one pampering other people and helping them to feel loved and welcomed- not the other way around.

a little while after you two got together, agni returned home with some injuries to his arms. he was just going to tend to it himself at some point- he didn’t think you’d offer to help him at all. but agni tells you that he’s fine and can take care of it himself- and is again surprised when you just clean up his wounds and bandage his arms anyway, taking great care to rewrap his sacred right hand. he makes sure to thank you profusely and say that he owes you, but agni tells you to not do it again because he can tend it his own injuries, and besides, he wants to be the one doing things like that for you, not the other way around.

he insists over and over again that you don’t need to do anything for him- you make him food and help him out of his work clothes when he’s tired, come to him with breakfast in the morning (somehow always waking up before him just to do this even though agni wakes up criminally early every day), help him get ready in the morning by doing his hair and running a bath for him, etc.

agni feels guilty often whenever you do stuff for him because he fees like he doesn’t deserve it. there was a time in his life where he was greedy and selfish and he still thinks of that often. he doesn’t want there to be a single moment where he isn’t doing something to help someone else. that’s really one of the main reasons he doesn’t like you pampering him so much.

agni has definitely tried to physically stop you from pampering him all the time. like imagine you’re trying to take off his coat for him after work and hang it up for him, and he literally has your wrists in his hands, pushing you away from him (without trying to harm you of course) while insisting that he can do it himself and you’ve had a long day too so you don’t need to do anything for him. these types of disagreements can honestly go on for ages😭

sometimes the two of you will even find yourselves subconsciously competing for who can make the other feel most loved and cared for. none of you ever win or lose- you’re both too stubborn and persistent.

“would you like me to fix your dinner plate for you, agni?”

“ah, i could not allow you to do that for me, my lady. but please, allow me to assist you with the cleaning of the kitchen.”

“oh, don’t worry, i can take care of it myself. but i can help you clean upstairs if you’d like.”

“while i appreciate your kindness, i am able to handle that myself. and i will add downstairs to that list as well, if you do not mind.”

it’s way more passive aggressive in person but also sickeningly sweet.

the only thing agni will let you do without a fight to pamper him is play with his hair while you’re both in bed about to go to sleep. he finds it therapeutic and relaxing.

even though agni does not want to let you dote on him so much, he makes sure to thank you just like you deserve later. he provides you with twice the amount of love and pleasure that you provided him during the day- although not quite in the same way💚

[vibrant-violent-viper]

The Raven, The Snake, and The Spider (Black Butler)~Prologue~

First post and first BB fanfic!

⚠️TW: mentions of sex/BDSM⚠️

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I don't know how this all started.

Really. I wish I could pin down the exact event that set all of this off, but frankly, I cannot.

Maybe it was many things in combination.

Maybe it was the simple fact that I am a woman. Or that I am a demon myself, who happens to be in heat.

Could it have been the time I wore a low-cut dress to the ball? Perhaps it was when I became bored at said ball and tied the cherry stem from my drink with my tongue in just a few seconds, not caring who was watching.

Maybe I deserve it, then. I've always known I was a tease. And to be fair, I had no business going to a ball while in heat.

The issue is, I did not know that other demons would be attending this event as well. I didn't even consider it.

I just wanted to go out. To show off a little, as I always had. Tease a little.

Foolish.

I flew too close to the sun this time, it seemed. And for the very first time in my entire existence...I was to be claimed now.

I can't help but ponder this as I lay in darkness, listening to the sound of fabric moving and feeling the lock on the collar around my neck click shut.

"Demonstrate your tongue tricks again for me~" says a deep voice, just before two cold fingers are pushed into my mouth.

I do as I'm told.

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More to come! I reeeeally hope this is interesting enough. I haven't written smut in years, so I guess we'll see if I still got it 😘 lol

Part 1 coming very soon!

[cornybunbun]

In Which Father Sebastian Michaelis Takes Up A New Position And Encounters An Irresistible Temptation

An explicit Sebastian/r!Ciel/o!Ciel fanfiction

Summary

At the Lady's request, Sebastian agreed to tutor her boys when he had the time... But when he found himself in that manor, out of sights of the Lord and Lady, alone with the boys, he found yet one more difference between the twins. He discovered with horror that the elder twin had been touched by some demon magic that made his every word, every movement, every second of his existence lascivious and deviant. - After a string of affairs with local women, Father Michaelis is sent from Naples to take over a parish in a dreary corner of England. He is sure that this position will be utterly uninteresting. However, he soon discovers this is not to be the case. In England, it is not the widows and maidens and other priests in training who Sebastian will be tempted by. Instead it the son of the local Earl. He torments Sebastian with touches and flirtatious glances in full view of his brother, as well as sordid whispers in the confessional booth. Invades his dreams and haunts his waking moments with salacious images. All Sebastian can do is take solace in prayer and hope that the Lord has not sent him a trial he is too weak to overcome.

Written for the Black Butler Bang 2024, featuring illustration from the wonderful @kuroshitbag and with betaing by the amazing Jay.

[warmmilk-n-honey]

Coattails ch. 29 summarized with kuro panels (spoilers)

[fanfictionsworld]

can i request a very shy and timid reader with sebastian in heat and some bdsm elements in it?

OMG guess how back back again,its me sorry for not answering on time nursing school is killing me right now but i have some time so here you go.

Okey this is 17+ thats the first time i put that sing in so yeeha for this request especially.

Enjoy

FEM reader just so you know.

Okey first of all your shyness is big turn on for him even outside of his heat.

But now when he is in heat he goes to beast mode.

When it first starts you just kind of do not no what to do with overwhelming affection from him not to mention that everytime you cuddle something seems to be poking you.

Sebastian as always will put that shyness aside for you so you feel more encourage to help him with his heat problems.

Once of course your comfortable he will first go down on you.Enyoing the smell of your pussy and jucie that will cover his face when you cum.

Be sure that there will be biteing and claws almost coming out to scratch you.

You will be choked,slaped and dumbed down on his dick.

He will use this opportunity to mock you,teas you,be mean to you.

Telling your his little slut,that your pussy is made to take his cock and that he would not trade you for anyone in this world.

There will be all sorts of positions that he will try with you and if you do have any request he will gladly indulged them for you.

In his time of heat his favorite position that he will probably put you is the one missionery one wanting to see all of your face and expressions that you make.

He will probably be very fast and do it very hard.

He will make you orgasam that you will probably lose your ability to speak and just mumble some stuff.

After he is finished he will carry bride style to the bathroom wash you and after he washes you he will change the sheets and he will put you to bed to sleep where you will be snuggle into him.

[coconutlimeverbena]

I don't keep up with Black Butler anymore (maybe I'll go back to it eventually), but there's a fic I have to recommend, because it is truly underrated and so so good.

It's about William T. Spears figuring out his platonic feelings towards Grelle after Grelle is severely injured.

It's easily one of the best Enemies to Friends fics I've ever read, and I'm begging everyone to read it and leave comments/Kudos if they enjoy it too.

Note that it does use he/him for Grelle; I don't think the author did it intentionally though.

Title: This Immortal Coil

Rating: Teen Audiences

Archive Warnings: None (mentions of severe injury)

Chapters/Word Count: 20/123,031

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler

[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love Valentine's Day Special 2024

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

            “Mr. Sebastian, we finished decorating the manor!” said Finny excitedly, running up to Sebastian and (Y/N) as they came out of Ciel’s office after tea.

            Sebastian and (Y/N) exchanged looks. They hadn’t ordered Finny, Mey-Rin, or Baldroy to decorate the manor. It was Valentine’s Day, but that was not in the plans.

            “Finnian, I don’t think Sebastian or I recall requesting that,” said (Y/N).

            “Or the young lord,” said Sebastian.

            “Well, no, but we thought it would be fun!” said Finny.

            He led them happily down the hall, and Sebastian and (Y/N) had no choice but the follow to see what the three troublemakers of the manor had gotten up to this time. Finny led them to the doors of the foyer and grinned back at them.

            “And we think Lady Elizabeth will like it when she comes over!” said Finny.

            Ah, so this is going to be quite dramatic, thought (Y/N). How lovely. Sarcasm.

            Finny threw open the doors. “Tada!”

            (Y/N) and Sebastian’s eyes widened, and it took quite a lot to get a reaction from demons. That being said, no one could help but be shocked by what lay in front of them. Pink ribbons hung from the chandeliers and wound around the bannisters of the stairs. Large red heart ballons floated everywhere and were tied to the stairs, tables, and flower vases. Rose petals littered the ground, and large stuffed animals lined the walls. It was heaven for Elizabeth, yes, but it was…alarming to most other people.

            “What do ya think?!” said Mey-Rin excitedly.

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched as they looked at her. Her black and white uniform had become pink and white to fit the theme. Finny was putting his hat on, and the back had a heart stitched on. Even Baldroy was grinning while in an apron that said “kiss the cook.”

            Hell, this is more than I wanted to deal with today, thought (Y/N).

            “It’s good, yeah?” said Baldroy proudly. All three grinned happily at Sebastian and (Y/N).

            “The Lady Elizabeth and Young Master are not spending their holiday here,” said Sebastian. “They will not be able to…experience these decorations.”

            And what an experience indeed, thought (Y/N).

            The three servants deflated instantly.

            “But we put so much work into this…” bemoaned Mey-Rin.

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched, and they interceded before the terrible mood of the trio ruined the plan for the day. “As the young master and Lady Elizabeth are going out today, you all will have the afternoon off.”

            The three perked up.

            “A day off?” said Baldroy excitedly.

            “Provided your chores are completed in a timely manner.” Sebastian gave a closed-eye smile. “And to my standards.”

            “Yes, sir!” said Finny, Baldroy, and Mey-Rin, saluting and running off.

            Sebastian tsked and looked around at the foyer. “We must make this presentable before Lady Elizabeth arrives.”

            “Well, it’s not as if this isn’t her taste,” remarked (Y/N), but they didn’t waste any time jumping up into the air and pulling several ribbons down.

            Sebastian smirked. “The cat goes for the ribbons first.”

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched at the tease, but they couldn’t help but smile fondly.

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            After the foyer was saved from tackiness, Lady Elizabeth arrived. After many effusions of felicity for her and Ciel’s date, she and he were brought out to her carriage.

            “Are you certain you do not wish for us to accompany you, my lord?” asked Sebastian after Lady Elizabeth got into the carriage.

 ��          “This is a date, Sebastian,” said Ciel. “And if I call you, you’ll come.”

            “Of course. It is my duty as one hell of a butler,” said Sebastian, bowing.

            “Yes, I know, but I don’t need you near me during a date when all you are going to do is make eyes at (Y/N),” said Ciel.

            (Y/N) smothered a chuckle as Sebastian blinked, clearly not expecting that comment.

            “My Lord, that would be unprofessional,” said Sebastian.

            “As if it’s not obvious,” said Ciel, rolling his eyes. “Go and have a proper date. Set a good example as good butler would.” He stepped into the carriage and closed the door, having teased Sebastian to satisfaction.

            The carriage pulled away, and Sebastian and (Y/N) watched.

            “It seems you’re quite obvious, Corvus,” said (Y/N), smirking.

            “The young lord is merely observant,” said Sebastian.

            “Mhm,” hummed (Y/N). They put their hands on their hips and glanced back at the manor. “So, what shall we do now? Those three will be a handful with a day to do as they please.”

            Sebastian smirked, reached out, and pulled (Y/N) closer. “Well, the Young Master did order me to have a proper date. I cannot disobey an order.”

            “That wasn’t an order,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes but smirking as Sebastian leaned in and kissed their cheek.

            “Perhaps not, but it is what I desire.” Sebastian looked at them with a smirk. “Among other things.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes flashed fuchsia. “I wouldn’t be opposed later. If you give me a nice enough date.”

            “I’m sure I can find what tempts you,” said Sebastian. “In fact, I know the perfect place from previous contracts. A lovely den of iniquity in London.”

            “Oh?” (Y/N) raised a brow. “Tell me more.”

            “The clientele care not for the rules of society and have relations with who they please and dress how they please,” said Sebastian.

            “Hardly a den of iniquity,” said (Y/N). Gender identity and romantic/sexual orientation were fluid and not really cared about within demon culture. They all acted as they pleased.

            “The humans always fear what they do not understand. They are fools who do not understand these things are natural,” said Sebastian. “But these people enjoy themselves.”

            “Outcasted humans getting to act as they please without censure. You’re using my own past to tempt me,” said (Y/N).

            “Is it working?” said Sebastian with a smirk.

            “I believe so,” said (Y/N).

            “Excellent,” said Sebastian, leaning in to kiss them.

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            (Y/N) and Sebastian walked into the Painted Glass restaurant, hidden in the back alleys of London so that the clientele wouldn’t be at risk from any unaccepting people. The pair of demons entered and found themselves in the perfect restaurant for them. They had no cause to eat or drink, but the celebration aspect, the pride in their identity—well, (Y/N) and Sebastian enjoyed that.

            Indeed, as the music played gaily, couples of all sorts—men and men, women and women, people in between and men or women, and people in more than pairs—danced and ate and drank, able to just exist.

            (Y/N) was tempted to smile. They looked down on humans and their strange ways and habits, but after living a life where they could not exist freely as themself, they were pleased to see some humans had carved out a place for themselves.

            “Shall we dance?” said Sebastian.

            He didn’t say anything about (Y/N)’s expression. He respected their past and privacy to not tease about their human life. He knew they were no longer human and understood that, but he had brought them here so they could feel at home—not among humans but among people outside of society’s expectations. After all, Sebastian loved every part of them, and he wanted them to know that.

            “We shall,” said (Y/N), taking his hand and walking onto the dance floor.

            Sebastian drew them close, and they began to move to the music. “You look transcendent tonight.”

            (Y/N) smirked. “Well, seeing as I always wear my uniform, I thought I’d have some fun.”

            Indeed, their outfit was quite something. They had an off-shoulder black dress on that flowed down their legs. Beneath the loose, hanging sleeves was black lace, entwining over their skin and leading down to their gloves. The slit up their leg allowed them to twirl easier (and to let the tango tease Sebastian. (Y/N) loved to tempt him).

            “And you dressed up, too,” said (Y/N). “You’re too sinful for words.”

            “I couldn’t let you down; I’m one hell of a lover,” said Sebastian, damn-near purring. He had an entirely black suit on with silver stitching that shone in the light.

            “You are,” said (Y/N) as he spun them and dipped them. They threw their head back, teasing Sebastian with a view of their neck (which he would definitely be kissing down later).

            Leaning back up, the two were face-to-face as they continued to move to the music.

            “I’m not one for human holidays, and I fail to understand Valentine’s Day—after all, one should value their love every day—but I am glad to have this moment with you,” said Sebastian.

            (Y/N) smiled genuinely, and Sebastian was incredibly proud of himself for creating such a lovely expression on their face. “I am glad to be with you, too. There is no being I’d rather spend my time with.” (Y/N) leaned in and touched their forehead to his. “Even when your contract ends, I never wish to be parted.”

            Sebastian smiled. “It would be quite an unusual arrangement for demons.”

            “What are we if not unusual demons?” teased (Y/N).

            “A fair point,” said Sebastian. He kissed (Y/N) as the music swelled and pulled them closer by the waist. “You are quite persuasive, my darling. I believe you’ve convinced me: we should always be together.”

            (Y/N) smiled and kissed Sebastian again after he spoke. “I wouldn’t accept another answer. I have you, and I don’t intend to let you go.”

            “And I thought I was the possessive one,” remarked Sebastian with a smirk.

            “Cats are territorial,” said (Y/N). “And when I love something, I don’t stop.” They leaned in. “And I love you, Corvus.”

            “As do I,” said Sebastian. “I love you, Felis.”

            He leaned in and kissed them. They kissed back with equal passion. Among all the humans of different appearances and identities, the two demons were perfectly at home. They were surrounded by the heart of human love: those that loved despite everything going against. Just as the demons were strange for loving each other, so were these humans.

            And all of them found strength in their love. Strength to continue. Strength to be with each other. Strength to love.

            Yes, Felis and Corvus loved each other, deeply and eternally.

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[hitthecieling]

The moon's a skull, I think it's grinning (COMPLETE)

20.4k, M, Sebastian/Ciel

When lower-class children start going missing and their families turn up murdered at an alarming rate, Ciel Phantomhive goes undercover and enrols in the Copperfield Ragged School with Sebastian acting as his guardian. Ciel learns a few things about hunger.

Read on AO3

[iridescent-solstice]

{ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ.} WARNING: a/b/o dynamics (Alpha x omega), heat(?), yearning, Claude, pre-existing relationship, poor mental health, cling reader

ᴺᵒʷᵃᵈᵃʸˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱˢ ˢᵒ ᵖʳⁱˢᵗⁱⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ, ˢᵒ ᵃ ᵗᵒᵃˢᵗ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉⁿ'ᵗ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃʳᵉ ⁱⁿᶠᵃᶜᵗ... ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵖᵃʳᵗ. ᴵⁿˢᵖⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵉᵃʳˡʸ ²⁰⁰⁰'ˢ ᴶᵃᵖᵃⁿᵉˢᵉ ᵐᵒᵛⁱᵉˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵍʳᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵃᵗⁿᵒᵗ ⁽ᴱˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡˡʸ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵘⁿᵍᵉ ᵃᵉˢᵗʰᵉᵗⁱᶜ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒˡᵈ ᵐᵒᵛⁱᵉˢ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ!)

Fiddling with your pen, your gaze darts around the room. A messy nest, clothes skew and overall looking like a tornado had just taken place. It wasn't usually like this, but you couldn't help yourself now, could you? With only a week left until your heat started and your mate claude nowhere in sight, safe to say you were a little bit of a wreck. Sighing you placed the pen back on your desk, as it was no longer a good distraction from your self-deprecating thoughts. He made you so anxious sometimes…. Scared you to death when he’d disappear like this for days.

You knew he was quite busy, accepted this fact even when he said you wouldn’t have to do a single thing. That he’d take care of you. But quite honestly you preferred him to be next to you instead. To hold you. He was out hunting, or at least that's what you told yourself... Shaking your head, you huff trying to dismiss the intrusive thoughts in your head. The ones of him having replaced you. It was a silly idea, the notion that he'd abandon you… If you thought about it too deeply that is, but still it nagged at you from the back of your mind. Sometimes... much like today, if you thought about it too deeply you would work yourself into hysterics.

You were aware that if you didn't figure something out soon, your body would go through withdrawal. The two of you were a newly bonded pair, the mating mark not even a few months old. Certain physical symptoms like stomach pains, and intense aches all over your body already becoming apparent. Withdrawal, what happens to newly bonded pairs who were ripped apart too soon... before the bond solidifies. It was a great option for those who had been bonded against their will. That is perhaps the whole issue for you, you didn't want yours to break. You wanted him to be yours.

Your lip began to wobble, and you found yourself crawling back into your nest trying to sooth yourself. It didn't work. All around your bed laid gifts of all kind, yet when you laid down, to your surprise, you felt like crying. The familiar comfort of your nest no longer soothing you. The nest was nice. It was lovely, but you missed your alpha... You wanted him next to you. Sobs quickly replacing the silence in the room, as you clung to the quickly fading scent of his tangled into your many blankets and pillows. Hours past and yet the feelings didn't die down at all... only intensifying. Pillow soaked with tears as your nails dug into the soft padded blanket below you. If he did really care about you then where is he? These thoughts refusing to leave you alone. The thought of being abandoned and left to rot away once more riling you up even more. Frightening you enough to ignore the faint turning of the lock, and heavy footsteps entering through the front door.

The bitterness and fear in your scent quickly wafting through the apartment. Garnering his attention without hesitation. An eyebrow raised in confusion he stalks over to your bedroom door. A growl brewing in his chest. The implications of your distress putting him on edge. The groceries left on the counter as he quietly pushes the bedroom door open. He'd put them away later.

Soft rumbling pulled you out of your misery, a rough hand forcing your head off the pillow to stare up at him. Puffy red eyes staring up at him, you noticed the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to the just above his elbows. Thick biceps crossed over each other as he stares down at you as if waiting for you to speak. Your lip begins to wobble again, and tears cling to your lashes. "What's the matter petal?" He practically hums as he leans over you. A bit taken aback by you eagerly hugging and pulling him down onto the bed. yet he lets you.

He smelled great, but he didn't smell like you. Trying to spread your scent all over him as if to make up for lost time, you frantically huddle into him. "I asked you a question," he says not even phased by your excessively nuzzling into his neck. Your breath hitches at the soft kiss pressed to your neck and you whine. Soft and sensually rubbing your back as he coos at you. The other gently smoothing the fizz ontop of your head. Perfectly understanding what you need at this moment. "I wouldn't leave you, thought you'd understand this by now," he groans in irritation as he manhandles you onto your back, him pressed on top of you. His weight holding you down and grounding you as he comforts your naive little heart. How silly of you think you'd ever be granted the luxury of escaping him.

Especially when he has you sitting on his lap later, all tuckered out from his lavish attention, finally being hand fed a proper meal compared to the snacks you been eating lately. Your head leaning on his shoulder as he holds you close to him. He can't help but detest that brat Alois, especially since... he didn't turn out to be the meal he expected him to be. That's not a problem though, since he has an even better one headed your way. He just has no idea how to tell you he wouldn't be coming back for a while... But you'll understand right?

[ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @firefly-graphics ]