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reallyromealone · 1 year ago
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Can you do Black Butler please? Maybe Ciel Phantomhive taking care of Elizabeth's younger brother who is around 4? Maybe Ciel let's the (name) eat sweets with him and drink Earl Grey tea? And can the end be fluffy like (name) falls asleep on Ciel, and when Sebastian tries to take (name) off of Ciel, Ciel is just like "no" (you don't have to do this btw)
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I fucking got you fam
Ciel x male reader
Fluff, platonic (obviously)
A day at the phantomhive manor
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Why did he agree to this?
Little (name) Midford was just as happy as his big sister and was always excited to see his future brother in law, though the four year old didn't exactly understand that they weren't already married.
"Hello Mr. Sebastian!" (Name) said happily as he held the butlers hand, the Demon smiling down at the little one who always brought him sweets, the other just accepting them because what else could he do?
"Ciel!" (Name) ran up to the tween who stood at the front doors "how do we greet people?" Ciel chastised the little noble and halted and Ciel offered his hand "thank you for inviting me to your home!" He seemed very proud of himself and Ciel led him inside, (name) was constantly talking about spending time with the other so Ciel sent a letter and invited him over.
"Remember, gold the cup like this " Ciel was rarely patient with children but he has a soft spot for (name), the boy reminding him of his fiance (and cousin fun fact) and genuinely wanted the best for him.
(Name) played with a few toys Ciel kept in a toy room for the little one as he did his work "Lizzy says you're a business man... What do you do?" (Name) asked softly as to not disrupt him too much and Ciel glanced at the boy "I run Funtom corporation, all those toys and sweets you have? Those are from my company"
"Are you like Santa?!" He asked facinated and Ciel sighed "no, I'm not like Santa"
"Aww"
(Name) spent the day with the other, excitedly watching everything he did and even got to play in the garden for a while.
It wasn't till later in the evening, (name) spent after playing all day and having an all around blast and Ciel softly read him treasure island, the tyke asleep on the others lap.
"Do you wish for me to prepare a bed for him, young master?" Sebastian asked the noble who shook his head "no need, he wakes at the slightest movements after all"
Though Ciel wouldn't admit it, he felt warm that his fiance's little brother felt so safe with him, glad he got to spend time with him and perhaps would spend time with him again in future though maybe with more activities planned.
Maybe he could take him to that Christmas event that Lizzie gushed about.
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luffyvace · 9 months ago
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Ciel Phantomhive relationship hcs~
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He looks so goood in the new artsyle! The animation studio did black butler justice!!
Update: did undertaker will Alois sooner or later 😉
Okay in these hcs your whatever gender you want but your an earl/noble ;}
also Lizzy is your friend and she introduced you to Ciel
okay now that that’s cleared
when Ciel first met you let’s be honest here he probably didn’t fall head over heels in love with you 🗿
cmon guys let’s be realistic
but he certainly did live up to the expectation of the phantomhive hospitality!
he was very thoughtful and caring of you as his guest~
and your comfort definitely took priority!
your were throughly impressed!
he held a small smile as he chatted with you and gave a mini tour
he admits to himself he finds you to be very beautiful/handsome
onwards to after the courtship! :)
when you first start dating it’ll be the phantomhive hospitality all over again
…times 100.
<3
Sebastian might as well be your butler by the way he’s making your butler/maid look
LOL
your pillows are fluffed and your sheets and blankets are warm and clean each day
(thanks mey rin 💗🗣)
the food is always scrumdidiliumstious (scrumptious)
you play many, many games to keep you from being bored
any drink you want is in your grasp
whatever you want to do—as long as Ciel’s not busy—sounds wonderful to him! 😊
if you annoy him like how Lizzy does in the anime you’ll never hear of it
and I mean- don’t get me wrong he’s not perfect
especially not someone such as him, who has a lot of stress on him
so you might here a huff (that you weren’t supposed to hear)
but he’s sure to make it up to you quickly 💖
his love languages are acts of service and gift giving
half because those two things can be materialistic which ngl is kinda easier for him
particularly when it comes to showing love and affection
and half because he feels really good when he gifts you something you love
even if you don’t have a grand reaction he still feels satisfied
and acts of service is easy too!
he can simply tell Sebastian to do whatever it is you want!
even though you have your own butler/maid- 😃
AHAHHAHA
He most certainly won’t like pda
If you initate it he won’t shove you off obviously
he loves you!
and that’ll ruin his reputation!
but when your back at the manor he’ll gently break it to you that he’s not comfortable with it and it’s not that he doesn’t love you it’s just that!-
he also plays it very safe when it comes to what you do in the public eye
everyones looking for him to screw up
Even more so because he’s so young
to which he always make sure to use utmost care and delicacy when out and about with you
honestly I feel Ciel would like someone who’s a bit more patient or calm
at least don’t be bouncing off the walls 😞😭
he enjoys going on walks in his or your garden
I think he would be happy with traveling as well
somewhere relaxing and quiet
less bustling with chatter and carriages
It’d make a perfect anniversary gift for him *hint hint* 😉
even though I’m sure he’d have more than enough activities for you all planned
i know you two’ll work it out 💕
Ciel absolutely keeps you away. from Alois
he tells you who he is (some things) and all so you don’t get too curious
so please, don’t be curious.
that killed that cat! :P
Ciel would want you to try out Earl Gray but if you don’t like it he wouldn’t mind indulging in what you like 👍
Ciel doesn’t believe himself to be the best possible candidate for a partner out there
Even though he believes he needs to be. for you.
what you think?
when you hear the word ‘love’ he’s the first person that comes to mind ♥���
:3 cute.
Yus undertaker next ♪( ´▽`)
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the-authors118 · 8 months ago
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Pov: The young boy Earl Ciel Phantomhive has a rival...namely you...
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"I'm so bored Ciel.. do something with me" Y/n sat in his study "I can't help it that you came so early" Ciel was annoyed "Pff.. don't be an honorless dog" Y/n complained "Excuse me Lady Y/n but would you please leave my young master alone, he still has a lot to do" Sebastian came into the room and Y/n looked at him "Oh, of course Sebastian... but didn't Valentin ask you if you would accompany her into town?" Ciel raised an eyebrow "I only do what my master tells me Lady Y/n" he bowed "I see-" "you should go Sebastian" Ciel interrupted Y/n and Sebastian's eyes widened "Help Valentin with the errands and take this letter to the majesty." Ciel handed over the letter "Yes, my young master" and he left the room.
"So Lady Y/n.. why did you want to get rid of our butlers?" Y/n sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs. “Do you think I’m up to something naughty?” He held his hand in front of his face "Why are you like that?" Y/n laughs "that's my nature, you better get used to it or not"
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After dinner the two sat in the playroom and played chess. "Don't you think they're both out for a long time?" Ciel sat his figure down "Am I not enough for you?" Y/n giggled as she took a sip of wine.
(Ciel doesn't like alcohol because then people act uncontrollably and he can't stand it)
"When are you actually turning 17?" Y/n looked at him "two weeks after you turn 18, dear Earl" she checkmated him "checkmate darling" she gave him an air kiss "Congratulations" Ciel stood up and went to the window ""Nobody has ever defeated me so dirty.. your mind is truly unique" y/n gave a small lady curtsy "And to hear that from you, dear Earl, honors me too deeply," he turned around “Let's play another game Y/n" she turned her head confused "which one?" Ciel grinned "A question game.. You ask each other questions and whoever gets it wrong or can't answer it has to be punished!" Y/n sat back down on the sofa "well then Phanthomhive.. let the game begin" Ciel also sat down "I'll let you go first lady y/n" Y/n touched her chin and thought "mhh, what's under your eye patch?" She asked without thinking too much "A black hole because there is no eye" he answered simply “What’s under your collar?” "A scar that remains from before"
The two knew that they were lying to each other
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Later that evening, Y/n was sitting in the room with Valentin and she was combing her mistress's hair. "What did the letter that Sebastian had to hand in say?" Valentin looked at her through the mirror "My mistress... Ciel thinks you're up to something... and now the queen has concerns about her poor awake dog." Y/n's nose wrinkled "Tsk" she stood up "Phantomhive's birthday is tomorrow.. I need to get going.. Elisabeth is out of the way and now I can attack. Make a deal with Sebastian" Valentin looked at her in shock, “But Mistress-” "The two of them have known for a long time.. just like us" y/n stood in front of her "Make a deal with him.. from devil to devil" you smile "we won't touch Ciel's soul but he can't get in my way for that" Valentin bowed "yes, my young mistress"
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"Ciel?" You knock on his door "Come in" the voice rang out. "I can't sleep... can I spend some time with you?" When you open the door you first have to look across the room “Tomorrow will be a busy and long day Lady Y/n” You sit down across from him "I know... your birthday will definitely be breathtaking" Ciel smiled "Yes, we are using the whole property.. there will be many guests coming" he exhaled heavily "Are you already excited?" You tilted your head "Not really... birthdays dosen't mean anything to me anymore... but the Queen wanted to celebrate it" You thought "But why the queen? Will she be here tomorrow too?" "Not the Queen herself but she will send a trusted person" Ciel rested his chin on his hand "So behave tomorrow... if you plan something the Queen will find out." You Chuckled "My dear Ciel...I would never do anything naughty.. And especially not on your birthday," "Will you accompany me to town tomorrow? Sebastian and I still have a few errands to run... and we stop at your parents' wine factory" Your breath hitches and you start to shake a little "I know your parents are dead but you could still get some good wine there" Ciel leaned forward "I don't know if the wine here in London is as good as in your headquarters in France, But I don't have to worry about it when you're there, right?" Drops of sweat come down your head "I-I'll think about it Earl" your voice a little shaky "Valentine can accompany me?" Ciel leaned back again “Of course” that made you exhale and you stood up " be careful on your Birthday you'll turn 18 tomorrow and dosen't longer have a fiancée.. all women will probably no longer be able to hold back." He rolled his eyes "I hope you're a good dancer" Ciel looked at you "Of course I can dance Y/n!" You turn to him "Then I hope for a dance tomorrow" you smile at him and his heart gave a little jump "Maybe I'll find the time for it."
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When you went to your room, Valentin was already waiting for you “Beautiful rose” you point to the rose in her hair "So everything worked out with Sebastian?" Valentin nodded understandably "But he also had a little request" you look at her "you shouldn't do anything that would get his status in trouble" "Valentine help you undress," I wouldn't dare" She noticed that something was wrong while they take off the collar "Young mistress are you okay? Your neck is red"
(Y/n has this habit of her neck turning red when she's scared or nervous since childhood that's why there's the devil mark on her neck)
"We'll accompany the young Earl into town tomorrow... and you should stay by my side, would you?" Valentin bowed to her "Yes, my young mistress".
<3
"Happy birthday my dear Earl" you bow to him jokingly as you entered the room where breakfast was served. “Thanks Y/n.. we’ll be leaving in an hour so get ready.” he pointed to my nightdress, "Oh, of course, but first I'll eat something"you sat down at the table and drank the orange juice that was in front of you "When are your guests coming?" You cut the toast "In the evening... some people will come earlier to stay in their rooms, but it won't be a problem if I come later" He wiped the corners of his mouth. "The king's representative will have a room very close to you." He took a sip of his tea “So please don’t drink so much, I don't want you to bother him with it." Ciel stood up "I'll wait for you in the carriage" Before you could make a cheeky comment, he left the room with Sebastian. "Such an annoying boy" Your grip on the fork tightened "I thought he was already in love" You click your tongue "Ciel Phantomhive is probably a difficult victim after all" You thought quietly.
It was quiet in the carriage... the two butlers sat outside to drive the carriage and you sat in the silence with Ciel. "Tell me Ciel... Why exactly do you want my family's wine? You have a whole wine cellar full.." You move a little on the bench "That's easy to explain... the Queen's confidante wants a special wine, and it's only available from your family" Shivers run down your spine as you thought about what your "family" did to you. "Why are you so tense? Aren't you happy to see the house where you grew up?" You choked up a bit "I was in France most of the time... which is why I know the language.. je le parle couramment" (I speak it fluently) Ciel looked at you in surprise.
"C'est bien de savoir que quelqu'un d'autre parle cette langue." "It's nice to know that someone else also speaks this language"
"Merci pour les éloges, mon cher Earl" "Thank you for the praise, my dear Earl" Ciel laughed and leaned back.
When you arrived in town you went straight to the first shoe store. "Ciel, can we meet here again later? I need new dancing shoes for tonight." Ciel nodded as you clapped your hand "Come on Valentine" the two of you went into the store and you picked out some nice high heeled shoes.
"My dress for tonight is ready?" Valentin nodded "yes young mistress just as you requested" You smile "then I'm looking forward to tonight."
As you sat back in the carriage you became a little nervous about the winery Ciel noticed "aren't you feeling well Lady Y/n?" You look at him "I'm fine, don't worry" The carriage approached the entrance to the winery and your hands were sweating, Ciel hummed as he looked out the window. The carriage stopped and you got out and immediately looked around but take a deep breath when you only see Hendrixen. "Hendrixen!!!" You greeted him with a hug "Lady Y/n.. look at you already grown so big" he laughed and adjusted his glasses. "Sir Phantomhive welcome to our winery" Hendrixen turned to Ciel and bowed "The wine you have pre-ordered is already prepared with a small test sample for the taste" He tapped her side with a small smile. "Thank you very much Hendrixen, please lead us there" Ciel commanded and off they went. Hendrixen and Y/n talk a lot to each other "Don't worry Lady Y/n Sir Leskos is not here.. he had to leave on business" You take a deep breath "It's better... after everything he did to me, I don't want to see him anymore" Hendrixen's smile disappeared "I wanted to protect you back then... but everyone thought it was normal, so I didn't do anything" You looked on the floor "I was a gift for him.. my parents wanted to treat him to something good and that's why they had me...". After a while when they arrived in the wine cellar there was already a bottle and two glasses, "Lady Y/n if you want to try it, go ahead" Ciel looked at her excitedly where Hendrixen gave her the glass. She sipped it once and let it pass on her lips. "A very good vintage... Not too sweet but not too strong either.. yes it's good" Y/n put the glass down again "Ciel, this is a perfect wine for tonight" his blue eyes shimmered "Well then... I'll take ten whole cases" Hendrixen smiled "as you wish". As When he was putting the boxes away with Sebastian, Valentin grabbed Y/n's shoulder. "Young mistress, something isn't going right here." Y/n turned around "Valentin.. he's not there so everything's fine" she waved it off and got into the carriage with Ciel after saying goodbye to Hendrixen.
"Who is Hendrixen?" Ciel asked interestedly. "Hendrixen is my parents' old butler.. he took good care of me and my brother "But when he got too old, my parents enrolled him in the London winery under his leadership" Y/n smiled at him "but whatever, what are you wearing tonight?" Ciel raised an eyebrow "It's going to be blue tonight.. why? Do you want to wear something blue now?" You shake your head "nahh blue doesn't suit me so well, I'll be wearing dark red tonight" He nodded.
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“You look really beautiful” Valentin praised you as you put your lip gloss on “thanks Valentin.. Tonight I'll make it, Ciel will be mine" you look behind you "what do you think Valentin?" She said nothing "Young mistress I still have this bad feeling.." you roll your eyes "oh, I'm safe you don't have to worry" Y/n looked at the clock "I'm already 10 minutes late.. come on Valentine" you both left the room and went to the other guests. Ciel was nowhere to be seen and the guests were wondering where the birthday child was, Y/n was talking to Prince Soma when she took a sip of the wine, she immediately spit it out and coughed. “Young Mistress” Valentin gave her a handkerchief “Are you okay Y/n?” Soma took the glass and gave it to Agne who smelled it "It's not poisoned"The door opened and everyone cheered as Ciel walked in with a person where Y/n's heart stopped. "My dear guests.. thank you for coming this evening, this is Sir Leskos and he is here on behalf of the Queen." Your world collapsed after Ciel continued speaking "please have fun this evening"Everyone applauded and the music started. “I have to get out of here” you mumble but Valentin was nowhere to be seen and when you looked around, Sir Leskos was already standing in front of you "Good evening my little elf"
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bibyshitsuji24k · 2 years ago
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Creative process
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Ophelia (1851) - John Everett Millais
Previous work:
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Analysis:
Ophelia is a work from 1851 by John Everett Millais, depicting the transition of Ophelia's death from Shakespeare's play, Hamlet. I wanted to take this concept and transform it into the limbo, a concept addressed in the final chapter of the anime, and combine it with what we know from the manga. Ciel is depicted as wet, representing his death by drowning like Ophelia, but he came back to life from the depths to try to drag his brother with him. His right hand is placed in Smile's abdomen, recreating when Smile took the ring out of his stomach. Elizabeth is shown sitting, in a "higher" position than the twins, as she has just had a glimpse of the truth and gradually immerses herself in the water to save the one she truly loves, symbolizing her journey into danger. The rings are also a part of the anime and a concept I referenced in my first artwork. I hope you liked it! I edited the colors and fixed some mistakes (the water plant looked awful XD).
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sleepingdeath-light · 2 years ago
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s/o with a medusa tattoo hcs ; alois & our!ciel
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requested by ; squallsimp (10/09/22)
fandom(s) ; black butler
fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | anime only | main cast
character(s) ; alois trancy, our!ciel phantomhive
outline ; “hellooo!!! Idfk if requests are open, if not please don’t do this thing or whatever idk💀!!
anyways could I request O!Ciel or Alois with a s/o that has a Medusa Tattoo?
(I hope you know what that tattoo means)
Ty! Ilysm and I hope you have a great day/night<33”
warning(s) ; references to past sexual assault, rape and sexual abuse, references to childhood sexual abuse (alois by lord trancy and ciel by the cult — both being either canon or heavily implied in canon), brief reference to canon-typical violence
Alois Trancy
alois doesn’t really have any degree of tact or shame when it comes to prying about other people’s lives — so the moment he spots your tattoo you’d likely be inundated with questions
he wouldn’t know the heavy symbolism behind it, because why would he, but he thinks it looks awesome and wants to know why you got it and who the snake woman is
if you skirt around your answer and just vaguely describe the mythological medusa and such then he’ll back off and hum in agreement before going off somewhere else
but if you’re at a point in your relationship where you feel comfortable enough to discuss the symbolism behind the medusa tattoo specifically well…
then you’ll get to see a very different side to the man you’re courting
he’ll be as quiet as a mouse when you’re speaking, his expression cold and stoney as he just listens
then, when you finish, he’ll take your hand in his and squeeze it gently as he apologises for what you went through and says something that breaks your heart before smiling in a way that doesn’t meet his eyes and asking if you’d like to go inside and have some more tea
‘i was 12,’
he doesn’t ever really elaborate on that and he doesn’t need to in the same way that you don’t need to elaborate on your story
he doesn’t ask you anything else about your tattoo but for a while he’ll falter whenever he sees it — and in the weeks following your conversation you’ll often catch him staring at it with a mixture of sadness and understanding
but he never asks for your story and you never ask for his
because he doesn’t need to know to understand
and eventually things will return to normal, with him being the same eccentric goofball you fell in love with — just being a smidge more protective
Our!Ciel Phantomhive
for a good few years after his parents were murdered, ciel and his twin were held captive and sexually abused by a cult — which ultimately led to his brother’s murder and him forming a contract with sebastian
so he’d be incredibly empathetic and understanding of your trauma — never even considering questioning you on it or, heaven forbid, scolding you for it
in all likelihood he already knew what your tattoo meant before you opened up to him, but he opted to never mention it as he wanted you to be able to control the narrative of your abuse
he wouldn’t have wanted someone to out his trauma so he’d never even breathe a word that could imply he knew before you were ready — if you ever were
the most he’ll do is compliment your tattoo and discuss the mythological history of medusa with you — including the varying tales of her origins — but not going much further than that
if you ever want to tell him the reason why you chose that tattoo, then he’ll sit by your side and listen and offer you whatever comfort you need
and if you never want to discuss it, then he’ll make sure you never have to talk about it with him or anyone else that you don’t want to discuss it with
it’s your narrative, your story, and he’ll be damned if he lets anyone force you to come out about it without your consent
he’d kill before letting that happen — which is exactly what he does, assigning sebastian to give anyone who could be a threat to your mental well-being a true show of ‘phantomhive hospitality’
he’ll be the protector he needed when he was younger
and maybe one day he’ll feel comfortable enough to talk to you about the worst of what he was put through — and maybe go looking for a similar sign for male survivors of such atrocities
but, for now, he was content in the mundane and routine — where you could control what was said and nothing needed to happen unless you, or him, wanted it to
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delusinaldreamer19 · 4 months ago
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Of All the Unexpected reached 3,000 hits just the other day(!!!)
Now in retrospect, that number is not that big, but I just wanted to acknowledge it as a milestone. B/c it’s just so cool to me.
This was the first fanfic I posted on Ao3, and while I may have let it sit dormant for a year at one point, it’s kind of like my baby (that’s not weird right u get what I mean ). It quite literally reignited my desire to write, and is honestly the reason why I have written all that I have nowadays.
I’ve said this before, but I literally started this story because I was annoyed that there were barely any Sebagni fanfics. I basically closed my eyes and spun the wheel of tropes—it landed on coffee shop au and I was like “say less✍️”
And here we are. This story that I had no idea what I was doing with when starting out, rewrote the entire thing about a yr ago, and now have it planed out to the ending. Dare I say, but I’m proud of myself.
I adore this story and this AU sm, and I will forever be grateful that I was able to take it out of my head and put it out into the world 🫶🫶
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daemondaes · 1 year ago
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The Leftover Pirates — a blog-wide OP(LA) verse
Captain/Navigator: Naux. Una Naux by birth, but may introduce herself with her father's name, Barnaby Naux. Either way, you're only allowed to call her by her surname. Despises pirates and claims them to be useless freeloaders with no regard for the lives of others. Her father was a Marine vice admiral who lost his life engaged in brutal naval warfare with the numerous Cockroach Pirates, helmed by a trio known as the "Flower Brothers." She's on a revenge quest, but doesn't want to take their lives. Instead, Naux decides to become so illustrious a pirate that, by comparison, the Flower Brothers are even smaller and more pathetic than the roaches their crew is named after. Reputation is important to a pirate. If she can make them (or any other pirates) feel that their lives and all that they've worked for is a waste—if she can force pirates into "retirement"—then she's done due diligence in eliminating more trash from this world, and making it a more beautiful place for her children.
Quartermaster/First Mate: Basil Fitzgerald. A pragmatic young man with too much time on his hands. As an intellectual prodigy, he was the pride of his family and local community since birth. They had nothing but the highest hopes for him and knew he would go on to do great things. They didn't expect their idea of greatness to differ so completely from his. All of his meticulously mapped out goals and plans were chucked aside the day the Amaranthe pulled into port, and he fell hopelessly in love with Naux. His allegiance to her is unquestionable and unshakable, even if what she feels for him seems to be no more than fond amusement and respect.
Doctor: Hansel Hugo. A tall, ridiculously muscular, bespectacled man who is always eating sweets. He's quite good at what he does, even if his methods can sometimes be unorthodox or experimental. His mind works in mysterious ways, tossing together disparate things with the practiced ease of an alchemist, often to great effect. He's not a "proper" doctor, and everything he knows is self-taught, but as long as it works, Naux isn't complaining.
Shipwright/Sniper: Cherry Martini. A giant. Ate the foot-foot fruit, which allows her to change her size at will, from several feet larger than her natural height, to so small you could crush her beneath your foot. She's utterly aimless in her life, beyond wanting to chase new highs and experiencing all that the world can offer her. To an outsider, it might make her seem flaky and untrustworthy, ready to turn on Naux or abandon her as soon as she gets bored, but thus far, Naux hasn't disappointed her. She trusts her captain implicitly and knows Naux will always find something to hold her attention. An eclectic "jack of all trades and master of none," Cherry is also a dab hand as a marksman, and temporarily served as cook until The Leftovers took in Ciel.
Cook: Ciel Lavoie. Second heir to a wealthy, powerful family more concerned with maintaining their influence and appearances than cultivating a warm and happy home. Ciel was kidnapped by The Leftovers and held for ransom. If his parents intended to ever pay it, they waited too long. Ciel asked if he could run away with them, and Naux, taking pity on him, promised him a place on her crew as long as he wasn't dead weight. Lucky for him, the only other person aboard who could cook was Cherry, and many of her recipes could be a touch too unusual for their liking. He gets along with the crew for the most part, and is just happy to be somewhere he's clearly wanted. Though he likes to call himself a pacifist, he's a remarkably skilled martial artist and will begrudgingly utilize his skills if all other options are exhausted.
Musician/"Mascot": Yuna Nobori. She's adorable. She can sing and dance and has seemingly limitless energy, which is good for keeping the mood light when the days at sea drag on. Her dream is to become the most beloved entertainer in the world and make enough money off of it to allow her family to live comfortably for the rest of their days.
The Flower Brothers: Del, Pop, and Mo, tricaptains of The Cockroach Pirates, so named because they cannot be kept down. May or may not be brothers. Only one of them is actually named after a flower, but that wouldn't make them nearly as memorable. Dan de Leon VIII (dandelion) is the brains of the trio and refers to himself as "Del" as a corrupted first syllable of "de Leon." Don't ask for Dan; Del's his own man. Pop is the smoothest, most charismatic. His alias comes from the nickname papi, which was mistaken for "Poppy." Mo comes from "Anemone," but despite his girlish name, his brawn is no joke, and he can easily subdue people over twice his size. Del was outraged when the public began to refer to them as "The Flower Brothers," but now he takes it in stride and believes it can be used to their advantage, should anyone hear the name and underestimate them.
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noa-ciharu · 2 years ago
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During past week or two of my returning to the fandom, I've noticed alot of people just, deny there's anything homoerotic in Kuroshitsuji. Which is so funny to me bc...
Just look at it
Yes, their relationship is extremely complex, dark and twisted; we all get it. Which is actually the whole point and appeal of their dynamic to me, whether its seen as ship or not. It's certainly not relationship goals <3 or parental roles <3
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“I do not need a thousand souls, I only need one.”
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ohbo-ohno · 7 months ago
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3.5k of cbf-turned-bully!soap x reader, inspired by this (very old) ask to my fave ever <3 (read on ao3)
tags: dubcon, dirty talk, masturbation, references to bullying, breaking and entering, rough sex, overstimulation
You’re still nearly shaking with frustration as you settle beneath your sheets, fingers twitching against your stomach and your jaw clenched tight.
You are not going to touch yourself. You’re not. There is no way in hell that you’re coming home from seeing Johnny fucking MacTavish for the first time in years and masturbating. It’s not happening.
…Well, you are awfully keyed up.
“Fucking bastard,” you hiss to yourself, frustration only growing as you shimmy down your loose shorts. You tell yourself firmly that this has absolutely nothing to do with the reappearence of your greatest nemesis, and try not to grind your teeth. You hadn’t even spoken to the man - just a glance of him had you hissing and ducking behind a different aisle at the supermarket - and you’re already riled by him. It’d be embarrassing if you weren’t nearly too horny to think.
You take a deep breath and rest your fingers over your slit, closing your eyes and letting your mind wander. You touch yourself slowly, fingers carefully spreading your lips as you let your mind wander. With your free hand you tug open your bedside drawer, tugging out your favorite toy and dragging it down your stomach.
Your movements are measured and familiar as your usual fantasies play across the backs of your eyes. You give yourself several long moments to slicken, coaxing more and more from your body with nimble fingers and quick circles.
In your mind, there’s a large body over yours and something just thick enough to let you feel the sting of a stretch inside of you, your breasts pushing against his chest, soft grunts in your ears.
Your breathing hitches, hips working against your palm as the fantasy starts to become more clear. He’s big, both above you and inside of you - only halfway in and already tugging you near the edge. His hands are on either side of your head, caging you in so all you can see is his tan skin, his rippling muscles.
You bite your lip to hold back a moan, eyelids fluttering. His bright eyes roll back when he pulls away enough for you to see his face. You lift one hand to your breast, the other gripping his head and both of you moan when you tug. The drag of his cock inside of you is perfect, his weight over you, the heat absolutely pouring over him…
His head drops back down when you let go of his hair, and his lips curve up into a smile as he looks down at you.
You nearly screech when you recognize him, throwing both hands away from your body and your eyes flying open to stare at your dark cieling. Your cunt and nipple throb, feeling quite suddenly neglected, but your heart isracing for an entirely different reason.
No. No. It’s one thing to satisfy your own needs after seeing the man, it’s another to… God, you can hardly even think it - to fantasize about the man and fuck yourself to him. 
“Fuck,” you whisper, desire rapidly cooling. Without Johnny himself in front of you - all six feet of him, muscular and masculine as he’s grown up to be - it’s easier to remember just how terrible he was to you all those years in school. There’s no sharp jawline and cute scruff to distract you from the memory of how he’d steal your clothes before you could change in gym class, leaving you with only those embarrassingly tiny athletic shorts for the rest of the day.
You huff as you let your legs fall closed again, the mood well and truly dissipating now. All you’ve got left is regular frustration, instead of the fun kind.
A sharp tap at the window jerks you out of your pouting, and you yank your blankets up to cover what little skin is showing in a panic, the slick dildo resting on your thighs. The room is silent for a moment, absolutely still except for the fan in the corner that’s been blowing for years, until there’s another tap.
You don’t realize what it is until the tap turns into a thunk. Then, you can hardly bite back your yelp. You’re nearly paralyzed with fear as the sound turns into a sort of… jangling almost, clearly coming from the one window in your bedroom.
Back pressed against your headboard, you can do nothing but think of all the things you should be doing as the curtains start blowing more noticeably, wind pouring into the room.
You’re just sucking in a breath to scream when Johnny MacTavish pops out from behind the curtain, combat boots loud against the wood flooring.
“Same old broken lock, huh, bonnie?” He smirks, strolling into your room like he belongs, like he used to. “Be honest now, you were just waiting here for me, weren’t you?”
You’re gaping like a fish, you know it, but you can’t help but stare at him wide-eyed.
The last time John MacTavish was in your bedroom, he was at least a foot shorter and a hell of a lot more welcome. The two of you had been eleven when he’d still been willing to be near you, but as soon as you’d moved on to elementary school - as soon as boys became boys and girls became girls, and kids had crushes instead of cooties - he’d stopped coming around. It was only a few years after that, in high school, that he’d gone from a friend you used to have to the boy who made school miserable.
And there is not one single reason you can think of to justify him sneaking in, the way he used to. Not now, all these years later with so much - said and unsaid - lingering between you.
None of that seems to weigh on him, though. He’s cocky as ever, doesn’t even bother to take off his boots as he saunters towards your bed, giving you a long look that can only be described as salacious as he leans himself against the foot of your bed.
It’s pure instinct to grope blindy at your bedside table, grabbing the first thing your fingertips touch and launching it at his head.
His instincts are sharp enough the he catches the bottle of water before it can do any real damage, but the small distraction gives you enough time to stumble to your feet, blanket held protectively in front of your body - you’re not completely nude, but a tanktop and panties aren’t exactly what you want Johnny seeing you in.
“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You hiss, some old instinct making you want to stay quiet even though there’s no one in the house with you.
The look he gives you is almost begrudgingly scolding, his lips tilted up in the corners as he tuts like he’s just barely holding back a smile. “Now, what was that for? I know your happy to see me, no need to start throwin’ things.”
“Johnny,” you scold, heartbeat slowing as the initial fear fades. “What the hell are you doing in my room? We haven’t spoken in years, you can’t just show back up-”
“Aw, I knew you missed me,” he grins, easily interrupting you and stepping almost within arms reach, water bottle discarded on your dresser. “Figured you didnae want to hear from me, I’d have written if I knew you’d be so crabbit.”
You splutter a bit, spine straightening in offense. “You’re breaking into my house! I have more than a right to be- what’d you say? Crabbit?”
His smile only grows and he steps closer, making you instinctually take a step back. “I don’t mind, lass. ‘S always fun to coax a pretty thing out of an ugly mood.”
Your face feels like it’s on fire as you splutter, your heart only beating faster as Johnny prowls forward, eyes dragging down your body like he wants to eat you alive. 
“I like your PJs, bonnie,” he rumbles, reaching out a hand to drag his finger down one of the straps of your tank top. “Did you match your panties just for me?”
Yous hiss and smack his hand away, one hand crossing tight over your chest to try and regain some amount of modesty. “How could I have dressed for you when you’re breaking in? This is ridiculous, you need to go, Johnny-”
You hardly even notice as he slowly pushes you backward, his chest pressed against yours until there’s no more room to pull away from him, the wall at your back a cold shock.
“Go?” He tilts his head, eyes big and round and you know the bastard isn’t as innocent or well-meaning as he’s trying to look. “But I just got here, bonnie. We haven’t even fucked yet.”
You rear back at the crass language, face flushing with heat. “What- we’re not going to-” You stumble over your words, pressing further back against the wall when his hands - rough, calloused, so much bigger than they used to be - grab both of your elbows to keep you still. “We’re not having sex,” you finally manage to choke out.
His grin is shark-like, sharp and verging on mean as he ducks his face closer to yours, lowering his voice to match your volume. “Why not? You look hungry, lass, don’t you want a little help? My fingers are bigger than yours, bet I can reach further up in your pretty cunt than you can.”
You gape for a moment, mouth moving as you think about saying any number of things, each of them dying before they cross your lips. This Johnny is so far from the lanky teenager who shoved you as you passed him in the hallway, and even further from the little boy who refused to be your first kiss because of your cooties. You have no idea how to deal with this invasive adult Johnny.
Your hands are small against his broad chest, and you press against him with just a hint of pressure, hoping he’ll take your hint and lean away. He doesn’t, only pushes himself closer and gives you some of his weight to hold up. 
“Johnny, come on,” you try, pushing a little harder and only getting yourself more firmly pinned against the wall. “We can- let’s get lunch tomorrow, okay? We can talk then.”
Johnny doesn’t respond at first, only ducks down and presses his face into your throat. You stiffen at the feeling of his damp breath against your skin, the slight brush of his teeth chasing goosebumps down your spine. Your breath hitches when you feel a distinct shape against your stomach, his hardness pressing into you.
“I can’t leave now, bonnie,” he says against your throat, groaning and grinding himself against you just once. “Ye’ve got me all worked up, I’ll die if you make me go.”
“Johnny…” you whine, wrapping your hands around his biceps and squeezing.
“I’ll make it good for you, don’ worry,” he reassures, hands shifting from the wall to wrap around your waist. “Might be a tad selfish once we get goin’, but you’ll have your fun.”
You can’t do much but squirm as one of his hands slips down beneath your bottoms, large hand cupping you. Your squeak is entirely unintentional when his fingers begin to explore without any reservations, your face hot with embarrassment at how quickly your body reacts.
Johnny doesn’t lift his head far, only enough to mouth at your jaw and leave little sucking bites. His free hand, the one not stroking your clit and drawing out wetness from your core, drifts up enough to palm one of your breasts.
“Johnny,” you breathe, incapable of saying anything but his name.
You can feel his smile against your skin, and you arch further into him when he slides one thick finger inside of you. His fingers are bigger than yours, enough for you to worry about the size of other parts of him.
“You’re so tight for me, lovie. Gonna squeeze me just right, huh?” His fingers crooks inside of you at just the right angle, and your hips jerk forward on instinct as you cry out. “Pretty thing, can’t believe I never had this back in school.”
“What-” You start, cutting yourself off with a gasp that melts into a moan as he pushes another finger inside of you. You’re more than wet enough to take it, but everything seems to be moving at hyperspeed, and you can’t keep up. “Oh, that’s- what’re you talking about?”
He huffs against your jaw, nosing up a little further to press against your cheek as his hot breath washes over you. “You’re so pretty lass, had me hard as iron every day when we were kids. Wasn’t very nice, huh bonnie? Walkin’ around in those cute skirts and - fuck, your pretty blush… drove me fucking insane.”
You yelp at the sudden stretch of three fingers, pushing up onto your toes to try and jerk away, but Johnny just follows you, thumb stroking cruelly over your clit.
“Just wanted to bend you over,” he groans, pressing his hips into your stomach and gripping your breast tight enough that you worry you’ll bruise. “Wanted to put you on your knees, on your back, fuck, woulda done anything for just a peek at this pretty cunt.”
“Jo-hnny,” you hiccup, melting against him as the pleasure begins to overwhelm you, everything else fading as you creep closer to an orgasm you’re not even sure you want. “I don’t-”
“Hush,” he hisses, smacking your tit lightly and ignoring your cry of shock. “Lemme get you off here, then I’ll fuck you, yeah? Gonna split you open on my cock, show you what you coulda had years ago, gonna fuck you dumb.”
He finally presses his lips to yours, swallowing your moans and cries as they slowly grow in volume. Your hips buck against his hands as you chase an orgasm, unable to do anything more than pant into Johnny’s mouth as he licks into yours, tongue exploring every bit he can reach.
Your orgasm absolutely melts you, leaves you weak and limp pinned between the wall and the man you’d once known so well. Johnny’s breathing almost as hard as you, every part of him pressed fully against you. He’s all heat and solid man, forcing you to ride out every euphoric wave of your orgasm.
You’re a little glassy eyed by the end of it, knees weak and mind even weaker. You’re vaguely aware of your hands lightly pushing at him as he lifts you by the thighs, dropping you carelessly onto the bed.
“Fuck,” Johnny hisses, tearing your clothes from your body like they’re nothing. You whine when he presses kisses to your stomach, those kisses quickly turning to sucking bites that have you arching and running a hand through his mohawk. 
He doesn’t bother to take off his shirt - too busy licking his way up to your tits for that - but the sound of his belt dropping to the floor and his jeans following is loud in the quiet of your bedroom.
When he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking like he’s trying to physically pull more moans from you, you arch off the bed with a near squeal. He’s hunched over you as he settles firmly above your prone form on the bed, knees between your thighs and keeping them spread.
“Slow- slow down,” you gasp, tapping at his shoulder a bit frantically as you feel the thick - so thick - length of him press against your drooling center. “Johnny-!” 
Your cry melts into a long, drawn-out moan as Johnny forces himself inside of you with one mean thrust. Three fingers somehow wasn’t enough prep for you to take him comfortably, his cock leaving you teary eyed and writhing on the bed as he bottoms out in just seconds. You feel like you’ve been impaled, the breath forced from your chest as you dig your nails into his shoulder and try despertley to breathe through the stretch.
“There,” Johnny pants above you, lips pink and swollen from his kisses. “There ye go, bonnie, good fuckin’ girl for me. Coulda - shit, shit - coulda had this years ago, huh?” His head drops low, eyes boring into yours as he pulls back and thrusts back into you sharply, forcing another cry from your lips. “See how good it feels? I can make you feel so good, pretty girl, promise.”
“Johnny, c’mon,” you gasp, scratching down his shoulder blades and pulling him close. Any reservations you had have been fucked out of you in just a few thrusts, and even despite your recent orgasm your clit throbs with need. “C’mon, you can- you can move.”
His smile is sharp above you, his own pupils blown wide and his shirt sticking to his sweat-slick skin. “Yeah? Want me to fuck you harder?”
You whine high in your throat, throwing your head back and hitching your hips higher as he finds a pace that works, his hips slamming against the backs of your thighs when you wrap them around his waist. You’re half off the bed with the position he’s got you in, his arms scooping you up around your back so he can lavish more attention across your tits.
Every breath you take leaves you in a moan or a cry, the pleasure he’s punshing into you almost overwhelming. You feel fevered, desperate in a way you never have before as you claw desperately at Johnny’s scalp, tugging his hair until he moans.
“So tight for me,” he slurs against your chest, drooling as he switches from one nipple to the other. “Drivin’ me fuckin’ mad, bonnie, could stay in this cunt forever, shit.”
“Johnny,” you gasp, eyes screwed up tight as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to a second peak. “You’re so… fuck, so big, I can’t… can’t breathe.”
“Yeah?” He asks, looking up at you and pushing himself up enough to press kisses to your lips. “‘M fuckin’ the air right out of you, huh? Fuckin’ you so good you can’t breathe?”
“Yeah,” you keen, your body beginning to tense as you begin to taste your orgasm. “Feel so good, Johnny, please, I’m so- I’m so close, c’mon…”
“Yes, yes,” he chants against you, his lips brushing over every bit of your face he can reach, tongue darting out to lick up the few stray tears slipping from your eyes. “Squeeze me tight, c’mon, come for me, lass, you can do it.”
He doesn’t give up his tight hold on you to rub your clit, but you find that you don’t need him to, the combination of his thrusts and everything about the situation bringing you to a powerful enough orgasm that your vision whites out for a moment. Your throat is sore as you shout, and the fabric of Johnny’s shirt is loose around where your fingers have dug in mercilessly.
“Fuck, tight as a vice, fuck, fuck,” Johnny moans, his own face screwed up in pleasure as he loses any rhythm he had before, fucking you like a fleshlight. He leans back and pulls you up with him, holding you chest to chest with him and burying his face into your neck as you hold onto him for dear life. 
He buries his teeth right above your pulse as he comes, working his hips in small, jerky thrusts to milk himself as you tighten up around him. Your breath is synced with his, both of you panting desperately and soaked in sweat.
You’re still reeling as he begins to recover. Before you can even muster enough strength to let your thighs fall away from his hips, he’s falling forward onto the bed and laying both of you out on your sides, his hold on you not loosening at all. He takes half a second to throw his shirt across the room, then presses you so close that your tits are all but flat against his chest.
He’s uncharacteristically silent as the two of you share breaths, each of you slowly floating back into your bodies. The only emotion you can really muster is shock - how is it that Johnny, your best friend turned biggest bully, just fucked you better than any man you’ve been with before? It feels, in some absurd way, unfair.
“We’ll have to talk about this,” you say quietly, once your heartbeat has almost evened out and your breaths are coming evenly. 
Johnny only hums, one big hand moving down to hitch your thigh back around his waist, tilting your body so somehow even more of your skin is pressed against his. “Sure, bonnie,” he murmurs, voice half muffled from where his face is pressed into your hair. “Tomorrow.”
“I’m serious, Johnny,” you try, one hand resting on his ribs. “You broke into my house.”
“Hmm,” he hums, taking a deep breath of your scent and letting it out contentedly. “I’ll say sorry in the mornin’. Sleep now, though.” His voice is almost pleading, his grip on you tightening for just a moment, one hand behind your back and the other resting on your ass. You feel like a stuffed animal, but you’re too pleasure-sated to really mind.
“Alright,” you agree, settling into his hold fully and letting your mouth rest against his collarbone as your eyes flutter shut. “Tomorrow.”
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oya-oya-okay · 3 months ago
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God... It's happened!...🛐
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In honor of this, I'm making a raffle!
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the-authors118 · 9 months ago
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Pov: The young boy Earl Ciel Phantomhive has a rival...namely you...
Story Synopsis: You grew up in a dirty corner of London until a rich wealthy family adopted you but you didn't know that they were trading on the black market. They sold your body to greedy old men for one night... You were 9 and fearful but again you had hatred for these people and so you sold your soul to the devil.
A/n: In this story Ciel turns 18!! And you're 16 here but you're turning 17.
Warnings: Enemys to lovers,Mention of killing and conquering trauma also choking.
Part 1
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Ciel slammed his fist on the table "I will destroy this girl! How dare she break off the engagement between me and Elisabeth?!" Sebastian stood across from his master's table. "Sebastian! I want you to find out everything about her every single detail and I want to know why she's after my job!"Ciel was breathing heavily "But my young master, we still have to plan your birthday party.. Her Majesty wants it that way because you're turning 18-" Ciel looked at him sharply "Didn't you hear what I said? Go now Sebastian!" He bowed to him "yes, my young master" he disappeared and Ciel fell back in his chair as he did went through the papers "Y/n L/n... What's your secret?"
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Y/n's POV:
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"I think it's so great that we Will be sisters-in-law Elisabeth" Y/n clapped her hand excitedly "My brother is happy to marry such a pretty girl like you" Elisabeth smiled slightly but you could see the sadness in her eyes “Well well, now my pretty Girl, don’t be sad” you lift her chin “Tears don’t suit you” you let go of her chin and took a tissue to wipe your hands "Valentine" you call her in, a young good looking woman came in "Yes my young mistress?" "Take Elisabeth to her room and take Paula with you.. she should help her" Valentin bowed "as you wish, young mistress" and held the door open for Elisabeth. Y/n went to the large window and looked out, her brown hair falling wavy down her back Her collar came loose slightly as she began to laugh. "My Young Mistress"Valentin ties her collar again “you got a letter”
Ciel's POV:
“You really want to invite Y/n young master?” Sebastian looked at Ciel in shock "Yes" he answered lightly and took a sip of tea "if I invite her I will talk to her about her desires and her wishes, maybe we will negotiate but if we not..." Sebastian grinned "I understand, young master"
Y/n's POV:
"He's so stupid" Y/n laughed as she played around with the Phantomhive invitation "he's inviting me even though-" Y/n stopped "It'll be a trap.. Valentine we'll go there" "but young mistress-" Y/n stood up and walked to the door "pack my things for two weeks.. we will be staying longer than planned" Y/n left the room and went to her study to sit at her table "Ciel Phantomhive..." She took the queen from the chess board "Now the game has begun" Y/n pushed the king with her queen.
"Welcome Lady Y/n" The Gray-haired butler helped Y/n out of the carriage, she came out with Valentin "My young mistress would like to go to her room immediately" Valentin said to him "but of course, please follow me" Tanaka bowed and led the way “Valentin search everything here carefully” Y/n whispered and she nodded.Three employees met us in the entrance hall "Welcome... the young Master still had errands to run He hopes that you will forgive him for not being able to be here when you arrive." The maid said. "Of course, it was a long trip anyway and I want to freshen up before I meet the Earl." Y/n smiled and Tanaka walked up the stairs with them "oh- oh yes of course" the maid stuttered "shall we carry the bags up?" "Yes, that would be a big help" Y/n turned around again and smiled down "thank you very much"The three of them blushed as Y/n walked up the stairs "an angel-like...so pretty" Finley looked after her "and her voice.. so soft" Mey-rin touched her face "You two again..." Bart had to hide his red face behind his hand "Come on now, we have to get the bags out of the carriage" he pulled the two of them behind.
"Was that really necessary, young mistress? I could also carry the bags." Valentin stood next to the bed as Y/n sat on it "Play figures don't move by themselves Valentine... you need charm to make them move... I tell you that so often" Valentin had to hold back a laugh. “Should I run a bath for you?” Y/n rolled over on her stomach, bored. “Yes, I want to look good for the young Earl Phanthomhive,” she laughed.
Valentin was tightening the corset as Y/n held on to the bed "I think corsets should be banned for children" she coughed as Valentin was tying the corset "You're 16, a young lady like you should always wear one thanks to your status" y/n rolled her eyes and grabbed her collar "thanks to my status.." Y/n's thoughts were interrupted from Tanaka who knocked on the door "Lady Y/n the food will be served in 15 minutes" he said through the door "Valentin quick, get me my light pink dress"
But to Y/n's surprise, Ciel and his black-clad butler were still not there His servants stood there while Y/n ate and Valentin poured her a glass of wine. "Hey Bart.. can the young lady Y/n drink wine yet?"Mei-rin whispered "Apparently yes... because of her high nobility and since her parents are wine makers, she is apparently allowed to." "You don't have to whisper.." Y/n played with her food and Mei-rin stood up straight "Please talk to me" she smiled at Mei-rin "I can't eat when it's so quiet so please tell me something"
And so it was a great evening
When the night arrived and everyone was already asleep, Y/n went into Ciel's study and sat down on the big chair she turned to the window and looked at the big moon and suddenly the door opened "Bring me some tea Sebastian" a boy's voice sounded "and a red wine" Ciel was startled as Y/n turned around "Good evening dear Earl" “Lady Y/n, what are you doing here in my study?” Y/n stood up, she was in her night dress which was a bit transparent because of the moon "Please don't come so close" Ciel blushed and looked away "Dear Ciel, it's really cheeky that you left me alone while eating.. that's not appropriate for a young man.. and you will soon turn 18 what kind of decency do you actually have?" Ciel kept her at a distance "Y/n, I won't fall for your games" her look became more serious "It's a shame.. although I like to see you get nervous If you are in a room with a young lady like me..." She went closer "aren't you... you virgin" she whispers in his ear It was interrupted by a knock. "Young master, I'll bring you and Lady Y/n some tea." Y/n sat down on the leather couch “Pff, I wanted to have a wine” she complained as Sebastian put the tea in front of her “my deepest apologies Lady Y/n but I think you should drink something calming at such a late hour." "Yeah.. I think you're right Sebastian.. thank you very much" he bowed "I'll go now then" he left the room and Ciel took a sip "it wasn't my plan to keep you waiting that long but since you came earlier I had no other choice" She smelled the tea and wrinkled her nose “It can happen sometimes,” she put the cup back down"And where were you?" "In downtown London, the Queen summoned me" Y/n looked into his one bright blue eye "I have to tell you that Elisabeth unfortunately won't be honoring us on your birthday. She had to go away with my brother at short notice." "Tss" Ciel clicked his tongue “What did you mean by breaking off the engagement?” "Actually, I would have thought that you would be devastated, but somehow it didn't help." Ciel had to laugh "That's because Elisabeth was supposed to marry my twin brother, but since he died I had to take over And that's why I could never really develop feelings for her." “oh no, my heart is bleeding so much” Y/n giggled “but without a decent woman of high standard the queen will not allow you to marry So you won't get an heir and with that the name Phanthomhive will crumble to dust.. except.." Y/n stood up and stood in front of Ciel "you're marrying me" he choked on his tea "excuse me what?" "You heard me," she stroked his hair, "I'm not engaged yet because my parents died recently, but my uncle... He'll probably get me engaged to my horrible cousin very soon" Ciel looked at her "together we can achieve a lot... We will become the most powerful people and-" "enough" Ciel slapped her hand away "I know exactly what your games are Y/n! You're like a snake... you quietly sneak up on your prey..." Ciel grabbed her wrist and turned her onto the couch so that he was on top. "After you catch your prey You Play With it and after you get bored you cut off your prey's air more and more" his hand went around her neck and squeezed. Y/n opened her mouth and let out a startled breath "After death you play with their lifeless bodies to gain power and then in the end you devour them" The air is being cut off more and more and in Y/n' eyes formed tears. Ciel let go of her and sat next to her, you could only hear Y/n's breathing "Wow, I didn't know you were so kinky, dear Earl" Y/n giggled as she quickly tied her collar tighter "You stupid girl"
"It's too deeply hurtful what you think of me... But you're a watchdog... How many deaths have you already eaten mh?" Ciel's hand twitched "I work under the Queen's orders" "Everyone has mommy issues... So... I think it's hot if you listen to me" "Will never happen" Y/n crossed her arms "You play hard to get Ciel" "and you like it that way" "you know me" both had to smile.
“Well then, I’ll see you at breakfast” Y/n went to the door "Oh Ciel..." She turned around "what?" "Let's play chess together tomorrow... but according to my rules" Ciel had to tilt his head "rules inside? I'll think about it" She left the room.
"Yes Ciel.. my rules" your smile disappeared as you walked into your room "Valentine" you called out "Yes young mistress" you tore off your collar "I want you to pass Sebastian tomorrow! He should be distracted. You know he's a devil right?" Valentin nodded "then show him what you can do" she knelt in front of you and your devil's mark glowed red on your neck "as you wish young mistress"
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ethereal-night-fairy · 11 months ago
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I'm so unwell after reader this!! The DRAMA was on another level. The fact that everyone in town was so sure reader was the mail order wife and kinda getting pissed at her for taking so long to go to their well respected sheriff. Their sheriff that can do no wrong, that always does right by them. Of course their going to be a little pissed.
Readers here all confused as to what weird custom this town has but decides to go anyway in an effort to not seem suspicious. But she's already planning an escape route the first chance she gets. Only for her to be spanked by the sheriff for no apparent reason!?!? He won't even listen to her!! She's not the girl that stole your money man. She isn't your mail order wife!! She can fight all she wants but nothing will come out of it
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What if Price already knows his mail order wife scammed him and ran off with his money and to save face, he's just like 'this pretty young lady will do nicely'. Because obviously he knows who comes and goes into his town. And he was absolutely smitten with you the first time his eyes landed on you getting off the train by yourself.
A pretty little lady all alone. Probably really far from home, with no family or husband keeping an eye on you or to make sure your safe and taken care of. No that won't do. You were coming home with him, where he could take care of you. He needed a wife and you were a perfect fit. Of course he also doing you a favour! Don't you know it isn't safe for pretty ladies to travel far west all by themselves. You could have been kidnapped or far worse! This is all for you sake darling! He'll make sure you want for nothing with him around.
1800s price/reader…. reader flees to his town where Price is the sheriff after a murder in her previous town (which she may or may not be responsible for) only to be mistaken for the mail order bride that Price just sent for ….and he’s not interested in hearing any of her excuses when she tells him that he’s got the wrong girl
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grimmweepers · 2 months ago
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𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐃: OCT 1ST
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— ♤ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Sebastian Michaelis x Female!Phantomhive reader
— ♤ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: reader is in her twenties, SFW but slightly suggestive, reader is ciel’s older sister who also has a pact with sebastian, reader wears a silk scarf around her neck to cover up her pact mark, confession, gothic, victorian english, forbidden love, power imbalance if you squint (masterxservant), timeline isn’t canon, calls you ‘my lady’, 2.7k wc
𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
a/n: this piece is the soft opening for my kinktober event! it's SFW but worry not! the actual filth will come very very soon. enjoy the read! the title is named after this song
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: bound by duty and pact, sebastian has served you and ciel for years. but as forbidden desires grow, the line between lady and servant blurs. on a still night, away from the world's noise, your butler confronts you and you discover that love is both perilous and powerful.
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
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You never celebrate your birthday.
Your soul was traded long ago for a hand in retribution so now you'd prefer not to mark the passing of your limited years.
Each year was like another tally of how long it had been since the great fire, a stinging reminder of how long you've survived without your parents.
So while the rest of polite society makes birthdays an extravaganza with galas and banquets, you welcome another year by sending your staff on temporary leave and Ciel with them.
"Go into town and enjoy yourselves." 
This was non-negotiable but Ciel understood your reason better than anyone else. So off they went for their annual day of leisure—and bless the beating hearts of your servants for never questioning why you chose isolation as your way of celebrating. Distracting them with the best rooms at the local establishment was partially to blame.
When everything is said and done, the Phantomhive manor is always left sitting in a biting cold, allowing you to finally take in a fresh breath of solitude.
In the dead of night, the manor offered little light aside from the moon peaking through the windows, and with no maid or butler to tail you with a candelabra, your presence would only be known by the sound of your footsteps echoing in the halls. 
Each year on your birthday, you were no different from a ghost, only that you had a heartbeat.
You found yourself stopping at the ballroom entrance and after giving an almighty push to the wooden doors, they slowly groaned open.
Refined as it was, any semblance of glamour in this room disappeared when the doors shut behind you. The ballroom looked much smaller without its usual lighting; the shadows cascading from each corner made it haunting—almost derelict. Despite there being no party, you were still dressed for the occasion. 
Alone or not, you wouldn’t be caught dead looking poorly. 
Your pace remained slow as you strode toward the center, entertaining yourself with painfully accurate scenarios if you were hosting one of your usual gatherings. Poor Finnian would probably be running around, setting forget-me-nots to their respective arrangements; Baldroy would be cooking in the kitchen, trying his best not to light his dishes ablaze; Mey-Rin would be somewhere tripping over her own feet, and as for Sebastian…  Well, he’d be making sure it doesn’t get worse than that. As much as it pained you to praise Sebastian, he was always reliable even when faced with the toughest predicaments. Everything always seemed to run smoothly when he was around. 
This made you snort. 
Of course, Sebastian was reliable. His bustling duties are part of the contract and everyone would suffer if he were to breach it. 
Between the clicking sound of your shoes against the smooth hardwood, you thought about how many years had passed since creating your pact. Five years ago, you and your brother had nothing to lose except the one thing that made you humans—your souls. And even that was given up for him to be eternally bound to you.
The pact was purely transactional. 
Nothing more, nothing less. 
At least, that’s what you’d been trying to convince yourself for the last year. You’ve been through enough adventures together to dull a weak heart. If he held back within the first few years to preserve your professional relationship, you could feel his restraint chipping away the longer you stayed together. 
Was it wishful thinking or was a demon truly fancying you?
While the butler occupied your train of thought, you hadn’t realized you stopped walking. You gave yourself a moment to brush away the last of your thoughts and remained in the centre of the floor. The silver moonlight nodded at you through the glass roof and with open arms, you suddenly spun in a complete circle, basking in the empty ballroom in all its glory. At that moment you felt so easy, so yourself, so—
Thump.
You snapped your head toward the sound, your heart racing only a little. It came from the staircase, but it was far too dark to see who caused it or what. All that ease you had just felt left as quickly as it came. 
“Who goes there?” You called into the void.
Another thump. Footsteps. 
You sucked in your breath, kicking yourself for not carrying at least a dagger. Oh well, you mentally shrugged. In cases like this, at least you had somebody to summon.
With no answer, the figure began to emerge from the darkness as it reached the foot of the staircase and what was revealed made you want to scream a string of curses.
That bloody tailcoat! 
You’d be able to recognise who that belonged to even if you wore an eyepatch like your damn brother. “Oh for God’s sake,” you mumbled under your breath.
“Forgive me if I startled you, my lady.”
“What the hell is going on? What are you doing here?! And who's with Ciel?" 
"May I suggest for you to calm down—"
"As I recall, I sent everybody on leave. That includes you.” 
With a gloved hand over his heart, Sebastian bowed earnestly, “Ciel is being taken care of. I understand your need for isolation but it’s not often good for your mental state, my lady. I thought I could provide you with some company even if you wish to remain stoic.”
“You’re going against an order.”
He approached you slowly as if his sudden presence wasn’t the only thing he had up his sleeves, “I know I am and I know you’re capable of punishment at a later time. I’ll be happy to accept it if that means you get to experience something other than loneliness and silence on your birthday.” With a hint of a smile on his lips, he glanced at the silk scarf you had neatly wrapped around your neck, “Should you feel uncomfortable, you have the power to stop me by force.”
“You’ve gotten quite bold lately, haven’t you?” You crossed your arms and sighed. “So what next? Do I need to walk you through my impressive list of things I do whenever I—”
“There’s no need,” Sebastian took his last step in front of you before the ballroom suddenly came to life. The moon still shone as your main source of light but as if a delicate veil had been lifted, soft, orchestral music rippled inside the hall. There was nobody else aside from the two of you but you felt as though an entire symphony was hiding in the shadows. Leave it to Sebastian to wield the pleasure of music as a weapon, especially when it was the one indulgence you could truly say you cherished. 
“I’m guessing this is your doing?”
He extended his hand as a subtle invitation, bowing as he did. 
“Guilty as charged, my lady.”
Slightly reluctant, you accepted his hand but not without question. “Are you trying to butter me up with a dance?”
“That depends on whether or not it’s working,” He answered as he pulled you into a gentle waltz. You both move with natural elegance, light on your feet while the music ebbs and flows, and the melody feels familiar to you like you’ve done this many times before. You’ve danced with a handful of Dukes and Barons but nobody has ever led you around a ballroom as gracefully as Sebastian. He whirled you in a full circle and then pulled you close to his chest. You huffed in response.
Sebastian resisted the urge to smirk, finding your flushed expression rather cute.
“I take it that you are displeased?” 
“No,” You dropped your shoulders, “But dancing with my butler wasn’t in my playing cards for tonight.”
“Yet here we are, waltzing in the ballroom,” he twirled you again before settling his hand around your waist, “Consider this a birthday present, my lady.”
You stared at Sebastian with confusion. He was the strangest person you’ve ever known. Despite him being the embodiment of somebody’s nightmare, you felt safe around him, but even more so when your eyes met. 
You hated it. 
“And why gift me something this year? What’s so different from previous years?” 
After all, he wasn’t always so stubborn.
He slid his hand to your lower back to gently dip you; as he reeled you back in, he held you closer than before, only stopping when your faces were inches apart. From here, he could smell a hint of your perfume and he could have sworn he felt your heartbeat. He hesitated for a moment as a tinge of guilt succumbs him, “Would you mind if I told you something… personal, my lady?”
You answered curtly with a nod.
“This year is different for two reasons. The first is that you’ve haunted my thoughts for quite some time now. And the second is that… you look especially beautiful tonight.”
Your feet had stopped shuffling at this point. You stood before him, ignoring that your heart had skipped a beat, “What are you trying to say?”
His eyes flickered over your face while his mind flicked over all the possible things to answer. Instead of responding to the question, he changed the subject slightly. 
“My Lady, have you ever been in love before?”
“I can’t say I have,” you blinked at him. “And what do you know about love, demon?”
You couldn’t help but assume that his version of love was wicked and cruel. You’ve seen him exploit the human condition more times than you could count. 
“I won’t pretend I’m an expert at love but in my long life, I could say I know things about it that you would hardly believe.” Sebastian smiled to himself, amused at the irony of being called a demon when these feelings were the most human they'd ever been. He traced small circles on your waist while shifting his other hand to the crook of your neck, never breaking his gaze as he freed the knot that kept your scarf in place. The scarf was discarded onto the floor but neither of you cared to look. “I’ve seen it in all forms and colours. Love is beautiful, despairing, and everything in between. Love can ruin everything you’ve ever built. It can be your biggest weakness or your greatest weapon. But more importantly, I know what someone looks like when they’re in love.” 
A brief silence followed as he allowed himself to take your hand once more and he could feel your grasp tighten so faintly when his lips hovered over your skin, “Pact or not, you have me wrapped around your little finger. But something is killing me. Would you like to guess what it is?” 
It was unbecoming of him but he kissed the back of your hand, leaving the pact mark on your exposed skin glowing — ultimately betraying every feeling you tried to suppress. You swallowed thickly before playing it off with a laugh.
“No. Enlighten me instead.”
“As you wish.”
Sebastian hummed as he began swaying you into a much slower version of a waltz, holding you so close you touched at the hip. He lifted your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his, but he was almost left entranced by how ethereal you looked with his mark on you. It wasn’t the first time seeing it but it was the first time he allowed himself to imagine the many other ways he could imprint you.
“Well, my lady, you have no idea how maddening it is to serve you, to watch over you, to constantly want to touch you, to hold you, while knowing that I cannot. It is pure agony. You could call that love, could you not?” 
You were barely able to continue speaking, the feelings you had also been hiding were threatening to bubble at the surface, “Well, I suppose you could.” While you rocked from side to side, he thumbed the skin around your jaw as if to ease whatever thought was wracking your brain.
Suddenly stepping away from you, Sebastian said, “Pardon my rudeness, but this is a reminder that my senses are far sharper than a human’s—” he then twirled you in three spins, and when you faced him for the final time, he caught you by the waist, “—so is it safe to assume you carry the same burden as I?”
This brought your waltz to a slow stop but the music continued to quietly play as if the ballroom became a whimsical world unto itself. As you got back on your feet, you rested your hands on his chest while your head hung low. It always frustrated you a great deal that he could read your soul like a book. All you could do was chuckle—earning a brow raise from the butler—but when you finally decided to look up at him, what remained of that chuckle was a rare and defeated smile. 
“You caught me,” you confessed.
In truth, he was surprised. He didn’t think your answer would come so easily, even letting out a quiet laugh of his own. Not counting your sadistic grins while you and your kin carried orders at the behest of the Queen, this was the first time he had seen you smile so genuinely in his presence—he couldn’t help but marvel at you. He found himself captivated by it but soon realised that despite your smile, you were just as flustered.
“I knew it,” Sebastian failed to prevent himself from squeezing your waist. No matter how many centuries had passed, humans always felt so fragile to him. You opened your mouth in a silent gasp but he leaned towards you, his voice a low whisper in your ear, “Now, I must tell you something else. However, you may deem it inappropriate.” 
A shiver went down your spine and even though you were aware you were alone, you quickly glanced around the room nonetheless, “As if this wasn’t already beyond inappropriate but be my guest.”
Sebastian carefully considered his next words but there was no way for him to conceal his desire any longer—he called your name but his voice was dripped with something you couldn’t put your finger on. “You’ve become so intoxicating, like sweet poison I willingly drink.”
Your eyes widened in surprise. All the words you had prepared died on your tongue immediately. Sebastian always prided himself on being a butler worth his salt, so in the years that you’ve been together, not once has he let formalities slip. You took a moment to think about the events that led you here and embarrassingly, the warmth you were already suffering with, deepened. He wasn’t addressing you as the Lady of the House nor as a butler. He was speaking to you as Sebastian Michaelis, a love-struck fiend.
His fingers brushed against your forehead gently, moving the hairs away from your eyes, studying you intently with a faint hint of wonder in his stare. He had always done his best to hide his attachment but you felt his arm around your waist growing more possessive,
“And seeing you smile—the sight of you is just mesmerising. It unravels me.”
You could feel the confusion and irritation and your mind melted down by his show of affection. “I wish the world would give me more to smile about,” you muttered in a heartbeat. 
As if your body had a mind of its own, you caressed his cheek and it was cold in comparison to your skin. 
“How damned am I to only smile in the presence of the wicked?” You continued. 
He closed his eyes and leaned into your hand—a low, contented hum slipped past his lips. If he could drift into a dreamless dream like this, he would. 
“Ah, but are you damned or destined?”
Under the cloak of night, you moved your hand against his lips, making his eyes flutter open in surprise.
What do you think, Sebastian? 
Now, it was his turn to smile. Sebastian began placing trails of hot, forbidden kisses down your fingers; you tasted soft and warm, drawing him in like a secret only the two of you shared. 
When he saw how all of the sharp edges and hard masks you used to hide behind were gone, he desired nothing more than to take you, hand in hand, towards a place with no promise of light. Despite it defying all conventions, Sebastian whispered with sincerity you had never heard from him before,
“A soul such as yours is so very tempting. Be it that you are doomed, I will enjoy burning with you to the fullest.”
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a/n: thanks for reading! happy 1st of october!
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almondmilkcleanser · 2 years ago
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characters / fandom ; f!reader x sebastian michaelis - kuroshitsuji
tw ; begging ; dominance ; dirty talk ; breeding ; nylons/tights ; praise kink? MINORS DNI
word count ; 3k - I got carried away okay!
a/n ; this is my first ever smut fanfic so I’m nervous! I hope you enjoy! feel free to request a character in the comments.
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so I’ll paint a million roses on your skin in pigments tainted blood red ill write your name all over the moon so I know our love will live in mystery after we’re long gone
“Yes, My Lord.”
Those words echoed in your head back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. How you tried your best not to roll your eyes day in and day out at the senseless drabbing from a child. 
You owed it to Ciel, of course. But you were growing tired of his brattish fashions. Everyone seemed to jeer and laugh at his childish bickering except you. If it wasn’t for Sebastian, you would have fled a long time ago. 
“See to it that dinner arrangements are up to my expectations, Sebastian.” he snided.
“Yes, My Lord. As you wish, a Butler must exceed every wish and desire of their master.”
You could hear Mei Rin’s ears blowing steam from across the room. Your lip twitched at his comment, and Sebastian’s crimson eyes danced your direction. Your hands grew cold and your heart raced in your ears. What did he see that you didn’t? Was it as obvious as you thought it was? By the fading smirk across his lips as he walked away, you felt a sigh of relief. 
Nobody knew that in the months since you’ve occupied the Phantomhive Manor, you’ve developed a hard-wired crush on Sebastian. You studied his poise, his mannerisms, his. . . “aura”. You even took it upon yourself to spy on him one day while he was helping Ciel get dressed. Outside of his bedroom, your maid uniform barely concealing your sacred areas as you bent over to peer into the crack of the doorframe, you watched him.
Everything seemed to be normal, until it happened. 
You saw Ciel’s eye, glowing a pigmented sapphire as Sebastian’s glowed a violet red. His mouth extended, revealing fangs of a demon as he smiled triumphantly. Ciel’s sad eyes focused on the floor as Sebastian dressed him in his evening attire, a hint of unspoken pleasure riddling across his face.
You let out a small gasp, only loud enough for you to hear. Or so you thought. Ciel paid it no mind, but Sebastian’s yes darted straight to the door, shutting it closed like magic. It caught you off guard, causing you to stumble to the floor! You covered your mouth, gathered your bearings and flees the hallway as fast as you can!
But you felt watched ever since that day. When you were alone in the hall, when you were outside in the garden, even when you bathed, you felt watched. 
But it was something about Sebastian’s mystery that. . . turned your senses completely on. You would take in his movements, his voice, his posture, and keep them in a small sector of your mind that was unlocked night after night. 
Your whines would echo his name till you fell fast asleep, and the looming presence would vanish. The cycle repeated itself, but you never wanted to stop. It got to the point that, unconsciously, you would try to get in his way, whether it be with help in the kitchen or with a stray black cat, just to eat him to say your name. And that would ring in your head until your legs buckled under the weight and your hands filled with your juices. Your heart would even ache for him to taste you, finger by finger. 
“Y/N? Y/N? Are you listening?”
You snapped out of your fantasy, coming back to reality with a sharp shove. You were standing in the Grand Hall with Sebastian, Mei Rin, Finny and Baldroy all peering at you with curious glances. 
“Hm,” Sebastian cleared his throat, returning to his solitary piece of paper.
Oh heaven’s sake. your nervous hands trembled at your sides as he continued reading off his list. Everyone returned their focus toward’s Sebastian while yours affixed to the floor.
“Finny is to tend to the garden, Mei Rin to the cleaning, Baldroy to the kitchen and- ah- yes-“ your eyes snaked back to Sebastian, only for his ruby eyes to peer directly through you.
“The young master wants a special Pâte Brisée (french pie crust) tonight for his pastry desserts. A shipment of supplies will be arriving in the back. See to it that they 
get unloaded and then make your way to the kitchen for prep.” Was he serious? You couldn’t possibly carry all of that yourself!
“That will be all. I trust you all will execute your tasks to the Master’s satisfaction.” Wait, he wasn’t changing his mind?!
“Yes sir!” everyone shouted, scurrying in different directions to prepare for the evening. Was the Lord expecting company? Ugh! the lack of clear communication in this place was driving you insane!
Watching the door’s close, you turned back to see everyone was gone! With a frustrated huff, you hurried to the back of the manor, already contemplating a plan in your head as to how you’re going to unload flour, and salt, and sugar, and fresh butter. 
With a sigh, you felt your shoulders weaken already at the thought.
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Coming to the back, your jaws dropped at the crates of baking supplies already unloaded to perfection. There was a crowbar next to a box of flour that seemed to have the top lifted already. You were thankful the hardest part was over, but now the harder part was beginning.
You dug in the crate, hoisted a sack of flour over your shoulder, and lightly jogged to the storage chamber outside. 
You fetched the storage key from underneath your blouse, fastened it into the lock and helped yourself inside. Once inside, your eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lighting surrounding multiple supplies, peering corner to corner for a spot to place this ridiculously heavy bit of flour! Your arms shaking, you found a clear area to create a new pile of stock, but before you walked back outside, you saw a raspberry-colored Phantomhive bunny rabbit toy carefully stuffed between two barrels.
Odd. You thought, crouching down to retrieve the rabbit. It took a few tugs, but once3 you were able to pull the rabbit from its smushed crevices, you exclaimed for joy!
Click!
What was that noise?! Was that the door! Who must have locked it!
With the bunny still in your hands, you turned back to the doorway, your heart racing in your ears. Then, out of nowhere, a cool breeze crept up the back of your neck. Your hairs stood on edge! This was a carefully constructed storage facility, why was there a sudden breeze!
“Oh, Y/N, it seems as though you’ve fallen short of completing your tasks.” That voice, the same voice that was woven with dark silk echoed in the storage house. But- where was-!
“That just won’t do for a Phantomhive employee. Tell me,”
Suddenly, a pressure pinned you down against a large crate, causing you to drop the rabbit toy at your feet. You shifted your body in a failed attempt to stand to your feet, but the pressure only increased to keep you still. The invisible force grew heavier until you could feel a pair of hands hold your arms behind you.
“Sebastian, you have to let me go so I can finish!” you pleaded, crossing your legs as best as you could to prevent your dress from hiking further.
“Oh, that just won’t do. You see, Y/N, I know you have been performing at a suboptimal level for a while now. And I can’t say that the Master will be too pleased that one of his workers are causing the ship to sink.”
“T-that’s not, true.” you shaking my disagreed. You didn’t want to admit that in Sebastian’s passing you would drop a plate or burn your hand or slice your skin by mistake. Not in this, vulnerable, of a position.
“Well,” Sebastian sucked his teeth in a teasing manner, his physical form manifesting in a tuft of thin black smoke. He leaned his torso down to press you onto the crate further as a smile spread across his face.
“If that isn’t the case, then just what has you so distracted?” you could tell in his tone that he knew the answer all too well.
“Because by the sounds I’ve heard from your bedchamber,” he whispered in your ear, his warm breath tickling the rim, causing your stomach to drop to your toes.
“It seems like I’m to blame, M’lady.”
“That’s not-!”
“But I’ll tell you what,” he continued on, ignoring your flustered disposition. Your body grew hot and you were more than certain he could smell your essence building from how you were position. You tried to push the looming fantasy out of your mind, but the way Sebastian’s knee was softly placed between your legs, faintly rubbing the crotch of your pantyhose, your mind was beginning to melt and your legs beginning to grow weaker.
“As I am already bounded to the Lord by Contract, I cannot be a fully devoted servant to you. But,” his crimson eyes glowed fuschia in the darkness, his fangs protruding from his lips in a smile, “I only have one request, and I will let you go.”
He took your silence as a sign to continue.
“Repeat what you said last night. And don’t be shy. I’d just like to hear it again from those lovely lips of yours.”
“Wha- No- I can’t,” you tried to shift again, but Sebastian was just too strong. He suckled on your ear, humming gleefully at the sight of you fighting his constraints like a delicate white rabbit in the clutches of a wolf.
“And why not?” he hummed, “You sounded euphoric as you reached your peak. Please, let me hear it.”
You knew he wasn’t going to let up if you refused. Your pride had slithered to the ground the second Sebastian pinned you down. With a hard swallow, you looked ahead in the darkness, your cheeks burning the same intensity as your quivering sex.
“Sebastian, p-please,”
“With more confidence, lass. The same- exact- way.”
You swallowed again. His demanding tone turned you on more and more without you fully realizing it. You wanted to please him, and you had a feeling he knew you did.
“Sebastian,” you sighed, embarrassed at what’s about to leave your lips. “I want to feel you inside of me. Please make me yours again and again for as long as you’ll have me. I want to feel all of you. I can’t wait any longer!”
The air was silent. All you could hear was your heart. And suddenly, you were turned around to face Sebastian’s. You two were once in the darkness, but like magic candles began to light themselves in a circle around you two. He leaned down to meet your gaze, his crimson eyes burning right through you just like he did in the Grand Hall.
“Is that what you wish, My Lady?”
Shyly, you nodded your head. You could feel him opening your legs inch by inch, causing your pantyhose to rip further up the inseam and splitting at your crotch.
“Well then, I am but a humble servant. And your wish, is my fulfillment.”
Roughly, he pressed his lips to you in a hungered kiss. If you weren’t mistaken, you would have assumed he wanted this the same way you wanted this moment to happen. His tongue found yours and the two danced together for what felt like an eternity. Your nipples hardened under your blouse and your sex began to throb, aching for his touch.
You dreamed about this moment for months and to have it actually happen placed you on a high that you refused to come down from. No amounts of Opium could match this.
He broke the kiss, spittle landing on your chin while you caught your breath. Holding your gaze, he snaked his hand up to your blouse and gave your breast a firm squeeze, rubbing them in small circles as his gaze continued to plaster on you.
“Look at me, Y/N.”
You didn’t want him to see how much you enjoyed it, but you didn’t want to disobey him. He smirked down at you, squeezing your breasts admirably. He took your nipple between his fingers and gave them a soft pinch, sending your back arched in the air and your legs attempting to close as your clit began to throb, aching for more.
“Ah ah ah,” he teased, his voice rumbling in a chuckle.
“Is this not what you wanted?” he asked, his teeth pulling off his glove tantrically slow. You could see his fangs sinking into the fabric and a part of you wish it was you he was sinking his teeth in.
“Y- yes, Sebastian.” you breathed. You watched his free hand trace his clawed finger down your blouse downwards between your legs. Without much effort, his ripped the crotch area of your pantyhose, sliding them down to your ankles. With another rip, he completely split them in two and returned to his original spot between your legs. Without announcement, he sunk his fingers into you, rubbing your clit with his long, sim thumb. Your essence slicked down his wrist, creating a moist, squishing sound as he prodded in and out of you.
“My my, you were more ready than I thought you were.” he retracted his fingers, suckling each one like your juices were remnants of a raspberry sorbet. His fingers met your quivering cunt once more, rocking your body back and forth, grazing against your sweet spot continuously. You covered your mouth, your moans muffled behind your hand as his slender fingers grazed your sensitive areas completely. He enjoyed the sight under him as your breasts rocked up and down, your cunt gripped against his fingers pleadingly, and your moans escalated under its muffled restraint.
He grew tired of not hearing your moans and instead lowered down to kiss you again. Your moans reverberated in his mouth and it was if it fueled his carnal desires. Quickening his pace, he pushed back and forth with a goal in mind. Your juices dripped down the crate and onto the floor, splashing off his wrist and staining his pants. Your hips lifted in the air and he continued his pace, not letting up to aide you in reaching your orgasm. Your groans turned animalistic as your peak grew closer and closer. He smiled in the kiss, biting down on your lip as he prodded one final time until-
“Mmh! Mmh!” Your legs jerked as your body turned to mush underneath him. Your fluids seeped down your legs as your orgasm hit its peak. With your legs still trembling, Sebastian smiled triumphantly. Not giving you a breather, his engorged member rested at the entrance of your begging, throbbing sex. He looked back into your eyes, those same soft red eyes now glowing a lustful crimson undertone.
“Tell me its mine, lass. and I’ll give it to you.”
Your forehead broke out in a sweat as you tried to catch your breath. You didn’t say much, but instead pushed your hips down onto the head of his shaft. From the head alone, your hips trembled at its thickness, but you couldn’t stop yourself. He watched you bounce up and down on the head, its skin glossing with your sweetness.
“Hmmm,” he smiled, “Is that a yes?”
Looking up at him, your lustful gaze meeting his, you nodded in approval.
“Yes,’’ you sighed, “Whenever you crave me, have me. I can’t take it anymore. Please give it to me~”
Sebastian smiled at how much of a dribbling mess you were becoming at the mere feeling of his dick. He pinned both of his wrists above your head and smirked at the sight underneath him.
“You’re so beautiful like this. If I could paint a picture, I would.”
Tears welled in the corners of your eyes as he pushed inside of you inch by inch. Your begging insides clamped onto him every passing moment, tightening its grip on him to a point that his jaw clenched to stifle a moan. It’s been so long since you’ve felt a man inside of you that it almost felt like losing your virginity all over again. But neither of you could wait, you wanted him to move!
His hips rocked back and forth at a steady pace for a few moments before he gathered his rhythm, thrusting in and out of you like a long lost lover. He loosened his grip on your wrists and placed both of his hands on your hips. As he claimed every bit of your insides as his your moans echoed off the walls and down his spine. His name repeated off your tongue like a forbidden ritual that only the two of you knew that you recited again, and again, and again. You didn’t care how carnal you sounded, you only cared about Sebastian inside of you. Your juices coated his girth from base to tip, constantly replenished with a fresh stream after every thrust.
“Ah! Sebastian!” You begged, your heartbeat quickening in your ears, “Come inside of me! I beg you!”
“Is that what the Lady wants?” his thrusts intensified as he was close to his peak. He didn’t want this session to end but he knew he had to attend to the other employees. But he knew this would not be the last time he would ravage you.
“Y-yes, Sebastian!” Another moan danced across your lustful lips, “Fill me up, please!”
Without a response, Sebastian planted his lips on yours and pumped hungrily inside of you. Your mind melted out of your ears, the sounds ringing around you and your legs succumbing from the pressure, you felt another orgasm reaching its peak as Sebastians hot seed coated your womb and interlaced with your sweet nectar ounce by ounce.
He seemed to be just fine but you were catching your breath underneath him. Withou removing himself from you, he brushed the droplets of sweat off your brow and kissed your forehead, smiling as he usually would when he executed a task to perfection.
“Ah, I almost forgot,” he kissed your neck, his devilish smile spreading from cheek to cheek.
“You and I are actually in charge to make the Young Master’s dessert.”
“And by the taste of you, I think a raspberry cream pie would be just perfect for the evening.”
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bubbleddisasters · 6 months ago
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(Can’t believe I’m writing my first ever x reader (kind of) this but the Self Aware Au is so interesting to me)
Code Escaping: Heartstabyl Edition.
(All Students (can be viewed as platonic or romantic, Orthos is strictly platonic though)
Gender Neutral Reader!
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After several attempts, and failures, they finally succeeded.
They got through
To your world.
What next? Try and Find you, Rush to your side first thing and try to casually explain that a video game character broke out of their code to see them?
Maybe set things up first? Comfy living, then an easy way to find you? Or go off clues from things you used to say or areas he saw behind you? Or did he get lucky and he’s two feet away?
Man, He should have checked the code for your location…..No time to lose!
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𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒍
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𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 🌹
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Truth be told, he got quite lucky.
A library is where he arrived, one he recognized as your hiding spot to study, or simply relax.
So, he found every tome he thought relevant on what he needed to know of the basics of your world, aswell as the one he last witnessed you study, and sat himself in the seat next to where you usually did, awaiting your arrival.
Was it timely? Perhaps, Perhaps not.
You’d been slightly (Very) annoyed that for some reason, none of your Riddle cards would show his appearance. The Chibi was no where to be seen, and your homescreen vacant of him.
So as you made your way to your spot, you nearly shrieked because either thats a damn good cosplay or Riddle Rosehearts was very casually reading the history textbook your teacher assigned while sitting four feet away from your usual spot.
Steel blue eyes scoped to check the noise, and sat up instantly.
“Just as I expected, you’d arrive here sooner or later. You certainly took your time, however.”
Before you could process the fact he sounded suspiciously like Ciel Phantomhive, he quite literally summoned a tea set. Out of thin air.
And was just staring. Most definitely waiting for you to sit down casually like he didn’t summon an entire china set with piping hot tea in a magicless world.
This was the real deal. Mommy Issues Supreme was now officially your problem. Good Luck.
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𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒚♣
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He remembered the name of the bakery down the street you visited.
As a joke, when you’d finished book one, you’d ordered a Strawberry Tart. He couldn’t exactly remember if you actually ate it, or gave it away, but it was funny, regardless.
Using Paint the Roses, he altered a napkin into a very nice resume, and he got a job there.
When Trey up and vanished from your homescreen, you’d gone to get a pastry to cheer yourself up. Not the best coping skill, but hey, it works.
It was pretty late, and it seemed they were closing up, so you planned to just be in and out, not wanting to make their job any harder.
The little bell rung as you entered, and the little alarms in your head went off when you arrived at the counter, and a-wait, why would someone cosplay at their job? Trey and working at a Bakery fit together, but…wait a second. Thats not a wig, and thats not contacts either.
If Ingame Trey was missing, and this guy looked exactly like him…..Nope, Not Possible.
Trying to play it casual , you ordered the usual and once you had it, sat down as you normally would.
But when you took a bite of your treat, it tasted like….Strawberry. Then Chestnut. What the hell.
You unintentionally had an odd staring contest with the current cashier, who then held out a scarily familiar pen, chuckling a bit as he placed it on the counter.
“Surprise.”
After making his way around the counter, he sat down on the other side of the table, doing his best to not freak you out too much.
“Yea, I know this might be a bit confusing, and It’s probably not easy to process all this, so take your time, and I’ll answer any questions you have.”
Great, because you had several.
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𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓♦
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Social Media Stalking but not Stalking was his forte.
The first thing he did was make pretty much every account he could on medias he knew you had. Like Tumblr.
He decided it would be way too freaky to just pop up out of nowhere, so as he was thinking and exploring, he took a few selfies and photoshoots here are there.
And WOW. They blew up. At first he thought it was the general math of Attractive Guy + Good Photos of him = Alot of Views. He had sorta kinda forgot other people knew about Twist until he noticed the flood of “Cater IRL” and “THE Cater Cosplay” comments. Which gave him an idea.
After the annoyance of all your Caters being lost in the code sauce, you messed around online until you accidentally pulled up a page with the greatest Cater Cosplay you had ever witnessed.
You had to do a double take when the follow button said “Follow Back”. You complied with the buttons wishes and followed them back.
After a while, you somehow ended up dming back and forth with him, and his strangely Cater coded texts. You also discovered that it apparently wasn’t a cosplay, and just his natural appearance was scarily similar to Caters..and his name was Cater, which was accidentally revealed by a Starbucks barista calling out after finishing making his drink while you were calling.
Part of you suspected that this could be the real Cater, with all the math adding up, and the other half of you called you a fucking idiot for that.
Little did you know the first one was exactly what Cater was hoping for.
With that, he managed to do some kinda social media stalking ( but not like, Rook Levels, DW) and found your general area based on area matching (TY Google Maps!) and nearly jumped for joy when he realized it was where he was too.
He subtly managed to sneak that in conversation, and set up a meetup between you two, a brunch and phone shopping. Weird Pick on the last one, but you decided not to judge.
The first thing he said when you arrived confused you, alot.
With a bright smile, he waved you over.
“Hey! Long Time no see!”
Ignoring the aggressive red flag in that statement with a simple “Maybe he meant since we called” as if you didn’t call him last night to plan this out, either way, you scooted in.
You two got so distracted chatting, at one point making up a game of fake gossiping the craziest things to see if anyone reacted, and for your own entertainment.
Because of that, your drink went warm, and as soon as you mentioned it, you got your answer to the “Where did my Caters go.” question.
Why? Because, as if this had happened before, he simply refroze it. Magically.
As you stared in pure awe and confusion, he grimaced upon the realization his cover was pretty much blown.
“Whoops…Lets just pretend that didn’t happen, and I’ll explain later, ‘Kay?”
You just had to pray nobody witnessed that, as Area 51 did definitely did not sound like Cay-Cays ideal Vacay.
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𝑨𝒄𝒆♥
He thought it would be fucking HILARIOUS to prank you, as, unfortunately for you, he ended up in your house, only to find out you were asleep, which gave him the opportunity to PUA (Prank Upon Arrival)
For the next several hours of your waking life, Ace of Hearts playing cards of varying sizes would be infesting your house, or when you’d put something down and look away, there was either a card on it or it had been replaced by a card.
You were also robbed of leftovers you’d been saving, and a few snacks by this card demon.
After you left the house vacant (you fool), the Knave struck again, this time sneaking out and guessing your next move, heading off to a cafe because you needed caffeine after the card madness, until you had already ordered, and you had turned on Twist while waiting for your drink.
Quietly, he slid into the chair infront of you as you grumbled.
“He’s not on the homescreen either—Where the hell are all my Ace cards?”
Hehe, Infront of you. This is the best setup ever.
Leaning back on the chair, he couldn’t contain a grin as he faked obliviousness.
“I dunno. Maybe try looking around a lil’ more?”
Not paying much attention to who was talking to you in your moment of despair , you sighed, swiping back to the home screen.
“They’re not those kinds of cards.”
“Aren’t like, five of them card themed?”
“Four right now, since Ace has seemingly gone and fucked off to another dimension:”
“Yeaaa, about that. It was not as easy to do as you’re making it sound. Just saying.”
You looked up for a split second, then did a double take and nearly skyrocketed out of your chair, making indecipherable confusion noises while he laughed his ass off, totally soaking in the success of his perfect surprise you had unintentionally enabled.
While you stood frozen in shock, he simply grabbed your things, put them in your hand, S̶t̶o̶l̶e̶ grabbed your coffee, and whisked you out the door.
I pray for you, good luck dealing with him.
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𝑫𝒆𝒖𝒄𝒆♠
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Woke up in either your garage or kitchen, and was confused. Rightfully so.
Since he couldn’t really find you around, but at least recognized this as your house, he just waddled around more or less, fixing random things here and cleaning up there while trying to find clues to where you might be, or if he should just wait here.
He finally found a grocery list, which you had forgotten, and spent the next 10 minutes trying to find the nearest grocery store while unintentionally locking himself out of the house in the process, so made the genius decision to hope you were still at the grocery store and dashed over.
You’re doing great, dude.
Anywho, he got lucky, because in the middle of carrying off your shopping bags, your notification that your AP was full went off, and as you went to use it, you noticed a severe lack of Deuce on your homescreen.
This lead to sitting on a bench and getting distracted trying to figure out why the hell this glitch had only affected your Deuce cards, so you weren’t paying much attention when you heard a voice somewhat far off but close.
“Oh hey! There you are!”
Assuming it was for someone else, you continued trying to fix the “glitch”, then paused when you heard the voice from before right infront of you.
“Do you need help with carrying those bags?”
The words “I’m good, thanks.” died on your tongue when you looked up, only to be face to face with the guy you’d been suffering trying to figure out where he went for 20 minutes. Ingame. In a VIDEO GAME.
Internally, you practically short-circuited, after you panicked, he started panicking, and you both ended up in a weird confusion panic that had the energy of the spidermans pointing at eachother meme.
Great job! You have now acquired a German Shepard Golden Retriever mix in human form.
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Bonus :
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𝑪𝒉𝒆'𝒏𝒚𝒂⤵➟
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Unlike most of them, he had absolutely zero trouble hopping into your world.
However, instead of revealing himself right away, he decided to be the ghost of good deeds and mischief. And a random black cat you’d suspiciously find on your window sill demanding pets or cuddles.
Luckily transforming, flying, invisibility, and the rest of his magic ability seemed to work just fine.
Sometimes, you’d randomly find things placed in unusual places, spoons on the ceiling, for example, the paintings or pictures sometimes randomly taking on very funny faces, teacups and plates floating around at 2am, leaving you to assume it was a sleepy hallucination.
Other times you’d be aggravatingly trying to fix something, look away for one moment, and not only was it fixed, it looked almost brand new. Or you’d open the fridge or pantry, and notice the lack of food, then open it again, and i’d be filled to the brim.
You never noticed anything too strange on Twist itself however until you got bored one day, and decided to replay Heartstabyls chapters, only to realize Che’nya was…completely missing.
Out of sheer curiosity, you checked his Pomfieore Chapter appearance. Nothing. Gone.
Trying to see if it was just the WIFI connection, you moved rooms, only to see a blink of purple in the corner of your eye.
Lounging in the air by the window, tail swaying lazily, he peeked over, then grinned his signature grin.
“Nya-ice to meet you~”
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Yay! Thats all!!
Holy shit I can’t believe I wrote this, feel free to take me out (Date or Assassination I really don’t care)
Alright! I might do more but they might not be in dorm order, see ya!
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lucifer-kc · 7 months ago
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I ship it because I like to see how there relationship is like in a romantic way.
Everyone has there reasons for shipping as they do.
“why would you ship sebaciel?? that’s so disgusting!!”
have you maybe stopped to consider that’s why people ship it in the first place? it doesn’t take a genius to realize that sebastian and ciel’s relationship is not normal. it is predatory. it is ‘disgusting’. that’s why i have so much gripe with the dadbastian folks, because it seems like they are either ignoring canon entirely, or they fail to understand what sebastian and ciel’s relationship truly means. their relationship is ugly and not at all wholesome. yes, it is inherently sexual. it is gross. it is dark. if you weren’t ready to be a part of the ‘Super Fucked Up And Dark Series’ fandom, then you don’t get to complain when the ‘Super Fucked Up And Dark Series’ is super fucked up and dark.
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