#cielphantomhivexreader

[irontigercolor]

[OLD FIC] (DISCONTINUED) :I'm Not The Only One:. Ciel Phantomhive x Reader - Chapter 04: Home... (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/94012309-old-fic-discontinued-i%27m-not-the-only-one-ciel?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=GyasiaLiburd&wp_originator=o7usvDWq%2FBgVObdC9%2BSPmc%2FugZrt3zrs1koiiyqnmAKDCTNKuPkws57u%2BTXivIciAJeu4HkP80oBNtf1SV%2BSTt6%2Bw7oSevGT2kNj7yCRw%2BBlMoxGBCiwTwwYXxmWPz2z Read the story if you want info my dear ;)

[fanfictiondreamscape]

When He Raises His Hand to You

Request: Hi, um this is my first time requesting, I would like for U if you could, do Sebastian, Claude, undertaker, and maybe Ciel, how they got into an argument, and the guy ends up raising their hand and might look like they might slap them because they were mad, their beloved is feared of them for a while or in that moment? uh, the them I suppose is angst with some comfort at the end, I've had a rough day, so I need depression with comfort, If U don't want to do this, I totally respect your wishes.

Title: When He Raises His Hand to You

Genre: mostly angst, little sliver of comfort at the end of each character portion

Pairing: Sebastian Michealis/Ciel Phantomhive/Undertaker X GN!Reader (separate)

Notes: Hey! I'm so sorry about this, but I don't write for Claude, so I stuck to the other three that were requested. Otherwise, I also decided to roll with headcanons for the format - the short descriptions would help the reader interpret the written in a way more similar to their situation, I think.

That said, I will warn any reader now: this does deal with traumatic events such as previous abuse and intense anxiety. If either of those makes you uncomfortable or is a trigger for you, I recommend reading something else. If you decided to read, please do so with caution.

Either way, I hope all readers enjoy it - and that it can possibly make your days better.

Below the cut!

Sebastian Michaelis

on a normal day, he’s gonna be cool as a cucumber

seriously

it would have to be an absolutely A W F U L day for him to even raise his voice at you, much less his hand

but today was one of the aforementioned days about ten times over

you had dropped by the Phantomhive manor to aid your family

your initial time spent with him was limited 

you had to crack down and get to business with ciel

seriously, the two of you were notorious for being thrown together to solve cases

but that wasn’t what bothered sebastian

he was normally able to handle you working 

but it just seemed like everyone was trying to get on his nerves today

mey-rin broke a good portion of the manor china, managed to flood the laundering area, and was seemingly even more inept at cleaning 

finnian poisoned a large portion of the garden and seasonal flowers with one go, proceeded to call for sebastian to fix it, and then destroyed not only another portion of the garden but also the shed in which they kept all of the required tools needed

and bardroy burnt the kitchen. again. for the fifth time today. 

this isn’t even accounting for the multitude of times in which grell came by to crash the manor and their endeavors to uncover any evidence

bringing along the other reapers

and the times that day in which they had completed work to present to you with the undertaker in which sebastian needed to attempt multiple times to get him to laugh

it was, overall, a stressful day

and he really wanted to relax with you 

given ciel’s discretion, of course, but he knew you were a reasonable person and patience was something that you had in spades when it came to sebastian and his work

he would be able to do that later that night, though

you specifically requested have sebastian stay with you once the busyness at the manor slowed

and, after a few hours that felt like a good few weeks to sebastian passed, you were able to 

you were trying to relax by candlelight and admire the images that were present on the walls surrounding you 

sebastian was trying to put ciel to bed and make sure that the rest of the servants were asleep

“young master, is there anything else you require of me before you rest for the night?”

“i think that will be all, sebastian. possibly if you could review any documents that may need reviewing with y/n, though. that would be great.”

“or course, young master. rest well.”

he met up with you not long after putting ciel to bed, and as you were roaming, he was trying to remain calm.

this never usually happened. 

he usually had everything under control.

he usually had his head upright and logic straight.

but tonight, for once, he wanted to - needed to - relax

sadly, while he couldn’t really relax, he at least was with you

well, he thought he was

until you caught wind of an event occurring in your own manor

and you were reccommended to leave within the coming few hours

that was the last straw for sebastian.

“darling, i normally attempt to allow you to attend to your own events and needs, but i only wish to request that you stay here for the moment.”

“sebastian, i’m quite sorry, but this is important. i must attend to it quickly. i promise you that it won’t take long, not in the slightest.”

“darling, if i may-”

“sebastian, i’m so, terribly, sorry-”

“darling-”

“i must be on my way-”

“no. it was said that you could leave come the morning.”

“i’m quite worried, though-”

“darling, i must ask you to stay calm and relax here for the night.”

“but business calls-”

“ignore it. i’ve had quite the stressful day, and all i request is that i do not be denied time spent alone with the one human i can tolerate.”

he only slightly raised his voice then, yet you were still chilled.

not enough to back down, though

“sebastian, please-”

“y/n, dear. you are staying here for the night.”

“no, i must go-”

you stood up, rushing to reach your room for the night

sebastian regarded your leave, grabbing your arm

“please, sebastian-”

“no, darling-”

“i quite clearly said. NO.”

“sebastian-”

his fists were clenching, something you failed to see, but nonetheless

“please, darling-”

“i must leave-”

he pulled you by your arm and quickly, oh so quickly 

he raised his other hand

it wasn’t by much, not by much at all

but it was so sudden, so shocking, and so uncharacteristic of him 

it left you shaken

you stared at his gloved hand, mouth agape

memories came back to you, almost tenfold 

some of your past with your adoptive parents

some of your past with your biological and deceased parents

some of the orphanage owners that you lived with

a gloved hand, to you, was something that often terrified you

and, in that moment, sebastian was no longer sebastian

he was your father, your adoptive mother, and your previous caretaker all at once

hand raised, brow furrowed, and eyes wide

the sight was bloodcurdling to you 

tears clouded your vision and you backed away, resorting to running from the current room you were in and locking the door

sebastian had lowered his hand upon seeing your facial expression

but, despite him trying to process what had just occurred and the emotion that came with it, he was only trying to configure the aftermath

he knew you had locked the door, really

and though he had the key to enter if need be, he left you alone.

he wouldn’t want you to be so awfully scared that you would fear for your wellbeing after this point

he would approach you after you have settled what you need

you would be returning to the manor after everything has been worked out, and he’d ask tanaka to lead you to your carriage

of course, while advising ciel of his actions and your dilemma 

so, in that time, he would have to process the regret

the true, honest regret

and come to terms with what had happened as well as what he is to say and do to fix the situation as best as he could

and so, come the next day, he was alreayd prepared

ciel had been the one to greet you, and tanaka was the one who led you into the manor at you next visit

and while you saw sebastian, you were still hesitant to talk to him

you knew that he meant no real harm towards you, that it simply was a spurred reaction

but that didn’t make it much better at all. 

ciel had been the one to chew out the servants for screwing things up so awfully that day, so they really straightened out and quick

so they had been on their best behavior for the time that you were away, and still had been

sebastian had been given a break, and tanaka had been temporarily appointed the caretaker for the phantomhive child

ciel really, truly saw you as someone to respect, so he made sure that you would be fine and that sebastian felt guilt for it

it wasn’t until nightfall came that you talked to sebastian

it took some time to muster the energy to do it, but it was done nonetheless

he had approached you and held out a hand, which you obliged

he gave it a light kiss, meant to signify a simple apology

you knew how formal he could be, and he never really did this after an event such as the one that recently occurred unless he was instructed to find information

so this was slightly shocking, but it calmed you down. 

“darling, i do apologize for my atrocious behavior during the last time we were alone.”

“no, no - you did it as an impulse reaction, nothing more. you wouldn’t hurt me.”

he chuckled just the slightest at that statement, but guided you to a nearby seat. 

a candle was lit on a shelf not far away from said seat, and it smelled faintly of (favorite/scent).

it was an apology silently accepted as you sat beside the tall man and shared a conversation. 

the following times that he was bothered, he made sure to avoid letting any anger reach him as best as he could 

(that, or he took it out on grelle if she just so happened to be in the vicinity of wherever he happened to be) 

(sometimes, he even ended up beating the red-headed reaper in front of you)

(ciel would always scowl, you’d always giggle a little. it was funny, so-)

Undertaker

this guy. 

okay. 

with undertaker, i don’t think he would raise his hand unless something positively huge was compromised. 

he can get serious, yes.

it can get intimidating, yes.

but the thing is...he isn’t particularly violent unless pushed so far that that’s the only course of action. 

(dude’s an xntp of some kind, logic and ideas are way higher than kicking and fighting when things go wrong)

that said, i think this would have to do with him planning his resurrection idea 

that, and/or putting it into action. 

specifically during book of atlantic, or right before.

it would probably be during the planning stage, and i have a feeling that work would manage to get to him

he is a reaper, and he does have emotions, so it isn’t like he wouldn’t be even a little stressed about this. 

that, and he needs someone to help put that plan into action. 

he didn’t manage to reach his partner, and you?

yeah, you were completely and totally unaware of his plan, much less aware of his whole idea. 

you only knew that he was doing something, and you assumed it to be his normal work. 

he was busy, as always.

but, you knew that he also needed a break from time to time. 

again, he’s a reaper - he needs to function like a normal human to do acts that a human is almost completely unable to do.

so, using what was available, you made him a snack.

it wasn’t much, no. not much at all, but it was something. 

you had a plate in hand, taking it to a door to the undertaker’s office

knocking gently, you heard his voice ring. 

“who could possibly be knocking on my study door?”

you laughed, shaking your head and setting the plate you held on the ground. 

“tis merely a burglar, darling. they happened to drop a snack by for you, as well.”

“ha ha! well, i appreciate the burglar’s efforts!”

and this followed as habit for days

which then turned to weeks

which then turned to months

which caused you to get a little pissed. 

your partner wasn’t responding to your efforts, he wasn’t even opening the door in front of you. 

if this was just a portion of his normal job, then why is he being so secretive? 

so, tired and annoyed, you did what you would normally do. 

bring him food 

(again, still a reaper.) 

and instead of just dropping it by the door like usual, you knocked and stood there

“whoever may be here at this hour?”

“yet again, a burglar, darling. i do think we need to focus more on our security.”

“ah, and may they perchance have food readied?”

“why, yes they do. they do wish that their target would meet them to flaunt their loot.”

silence. 

you knew it would happen. 

he doesn’t respond to this well, but you usually calm him down. 

this? totally different story.

“well, my apologies dear burglar, but i’m unable to do so. would you please leave the plate beside my door and i’ll provide a gift of thanks tomorrow?”

you breathed in deep, knocking again. 

you heard the old wooden chair that he kept in his study move when you didn’t reply. 

some footsteps echoed as best as they could, but that was it. 

until the lock became undone. 

the door didn’t open, no, but the lock became undone

so, angry and worried, you stormed inside

“undertaker, darling, take a break.”

he cleared his throat and sat still enough

still enough to warrant some fear

“please, you need to rest and i’m sure that this endeavor of yours can wait.”

slowly, slowly, oh so slowly he stood

and finally looked at you

you remembered seeing his eyes before, but now?

there was a fire in them that scared you senseless

“darling, if i may, i’m quite busy-”

“and you’re failing to care for your health. you never seem to listen when i have to remind you-”

“now-”

“-that you can’t thrive off of what is essentially spite and drive-”

“(y/n), my dear-”

two steps closer. 

“-simply because you wish to. may i remind you-”

“darling, i might advise you to calm down-”

“-you are not a demon nor one of those damned creatures referred to as angels, you are simply a-”

“darling...”

another two steps

“-reaper. you are a reaper, and you need rest just as much as the rest of us humans do, so-”

“(y/n), there is a fine line here...”

“-not just for my sake, but for yours, take. a break.”

“i cannot!”

for the first time in a long time, he raised his voice to you. 

“this is business that you are not to be associated with, and it requires my utmost attention.”

his voice boomed through the walls

“with your ‘care’, i seem to be getting less work done by the second.”

he stepped closer with every word he uttered

“so, if i may say, you are being quite obnoxious-”

“i’m only trying to assure your health, reaper or not-”

“ENOUGH!”

his hand came up quickly

you flinched back just as he did so, terror overtaking you

you gulped as you stepped back, setting the food on a table nearby the exit of the study

silence rang louder than he ever did in that moment

tension rose, very obviously so

“alright then. i’ll be out of your way if that’s what you think.”

you pushed your chest up, raised your head, and proceeded to turn your back to him

“i’ll be leaving then.”

and you left

he sighed, sulking hsi way back to his seat

he was staring through his fingers at the copious amounts of work present on his desk

shame was everything he could comprehend.

you, on the other hand, took to roaming the town.

waving to the townsfolk that you knew and vice versa, sharing slight conversation with those that you could say you were friendly with 

you even ran into grell when walking past the nearby church 

“ah, hello, (y/n) my dear!”

“hello, grell.”

she noticed your attitude as soon as you spoke.

nothing could slip past her

“what happened, dear? do you wish to talk about it?”

you shook your head

“i’d prefer if we just took a stroll around. i need to clear my mind.”

so you did.

small talk was exchanged, and she told you of her issues in the workplace

stories about how overtime was exhausting, complaining about being ridiculed for the event with madam red by will, even about how people in the office were outright insufferable

it got a slight laugh out of you

even when she would bring up her advances towards the phantomhive butler, you listened and let her talk

it was relaxing, but you couldn’t help but feel a little dejected still

your partner just raised his hand to you even though you were trying to make sure that his health wasn’t suffering

yes, you were being a tad bit obnoxious, but it wasn’t out of malice

it was merely worry for him

the night fell not long after, and being courteous, grell walked you home

“rest well, darling! i shall see you again soon!”

you smiled slightly, “of course, grell. i wish the same to you. good night.”

and you slowly walked into the undertaker’s shop, trudging to the small flat that you both lived in hesitantly

when you entered, undertaker was located in the kitchen area staring at a cup of tea in his hand

creaking was heard upon your entry, and his head darted up to face you

you sniffed, turned away, and went to hang your coat 

“may i inquire what it is you need, undertaker?”

he cleared his throat, and though you couldn’t see it, directed his gaze to the warm liquid in front of him

“i apologize for my actions earlier.”

you sighed, turning back to him and waiting patiently.

“it was impulse, particularly one that i’m not fond of. you were simply making sure that i was well taken care of, and i took it for granted.”

“mmm. alright then.”

approaching him, you brushed a stray hair from his shoulder

“i accept your apology, though i will say that i do not apologize for my intent. i apologize for my persistence, though - it was quite rude for me to barge in on your work.”

a simple little moment was shared in silence in that moment

he sipped his tea, you stood by and made dinner for the both of you

“do you wish to work again tonight, my dear?”

“not quite. rather, i’d wish to relax with a good book.”

you gently smiled, nodding and reaching for silverware and napkins to prepare the table with him

Ciel Phantomhive

ciel here is a bit of an enigma

we know he is usually calm and collected, b u t

he’s still a child. 

his emotions are going to be all over the place, and him raising his hand to someone was depicted 

(in regards to lizzy breaking his ring)

so this wouldn’t necessarily be normal, but it also wouldn’t be something that isn’t a plausible reaction (sadly) 

but, for the sake of this, let’s say that ciel is almost 18. 

business for funtom was getting tiring, and it seemed that every case he was being thrown was harder than the last

his lessons were getting more plentiful, the servants were wreaking havoc around the manor - more so than usual

a guest was to join you and him at the manor tonight

and, finally, daily annoyances were starting to get to him

he couldn’t even sit through a game of chess.

you had been staying at the manor for the summer months, as your family knew his quite well since you were children

(you two were close, so your staff was caring for your manor while you were away) 

(you still had your personal servant with you, though)

you had been trying to play against him, but as much as he tried, the most energy he could muster was used to complain and sigh in dejection

it left you feeling a little off, but you knew how he could get. 

“do you need some time alone, ciel?”

“hmm? oh, uh...if you wouldn’t mind...though i do apologize in advance.”

you smiled and shook your head

“no problem! whenever you need me, i’ll be in the manor. somewhere.”

so, you left. 

and with that, chaos seemed to hit him harder. 

the servants were getting more lax, driving him (and sebastian, but more so him) up a wall

and grell decided it would be a good idea to infiltrate the manor and ‘relax’

translation: annoy the living hell of out sebastian and himself

case after case was being sifted through, and despite his intelligence, ciel could swear he could feel his brain losing its functionality

add that onto the extra work that sebastian provided for the day (seeing as it was one that was much less busy than others) and...

you’ve got a pissed off phantomhive.

night rolled around, and with that, so did the arrival of the guests.

it also meant that there was going to be some intermingling

and chaos, as always.

dinner was stressful.

mey-rin had been instructed to only set the table - 1. by. 1., as per sebastian - and pour the wine

but she had slipped. 

again. 

ciel sighed, but sent a look towards sebastian. 

finny didn’t do anything outright outrageous, but upon the reminder that the dinner event was tonight, he tried to fix up a portion of the garden. 

it didn’t work. 

the portion was completely black. no clue how, it happened though. 

and sebastian had warned ciel, so it was supposed to be blocked off. 

sadly, though, once the dinner itself had ended and the intermingling began, people were adamant

‘i’ve heard wonderful things about your gardens, mr phantomhive!’

‘the flowers here supposedly bloom much more beautifully than elsewhere.’

that wasn’t uncommon. 

so they of course had to see the garden. 

it was a game of cat and mouse, keeping the guests from the destroyed area.

you, ciel, and sebastian were acting as mice in that scenario

and by the end of the night, as desserts were being left

bardroy had burned the kitchen down.

a g a i n.

ciel had about had it.

sebastian was able to keep a more level head, thankfully, and got him to calm down just the slightest. 

though he was just as pissed.

that said, though, things did get worked out

and the cleaning process was almost insufferable

again, after being knocked to the side, grell decided to try again. 

ciel had it at that point. 

he had stormed to his office, almost looking like a child throwing a hissy fit. 

you noticed this and immediately trailed him

“ciel, is everything alright?”

“i’m fine.”

“you’re mad, you’re not exactly fine.”

“you heard me the first time, y/n.”

“yes, i did. and i don’t believe you.”

by this point, you two had made it to his office and were getting heated

“well, darling, might be good for you to believe me.” 

“no, i don’t think so. you’re mad, i can tell, the guests could tell - everyone here knows.”

“no, not a single occupant knows.”

you sighed, shook your head and took a deep breath before speaking.

“ciel, you’re mad. livid, even. that’s fine. but you need to discuss it.”

“no, i don’t. i’m not mad.”

you step closer to him.

“yes, you are and you need to talk. things are different now, ciel. you don’t have to hide anything from me.”

another step closer.

“y/n, this is fine. it’s fine. it is merely a normal occurrence.”

“normal occurrence, maybe - but no matter, you are mad. and stressed. that’s easy to see.”

another step. 

“you’ve gotten tense, you haven’t even been able to sit through a game of chess.”

and another.

“you were constantly glaring, and couldn’t even fake small talk with the guests tonight.”

and another. 

“just sit down for a second...”

one more.

“take a deep breath or two...”

you were in front of him now, reaching for his hair to brush it away from his eyes.

“and then we can ta-”

his arm seemed to raise instantaneously. 

had ot not been for sebastian getting there in time, who knows what would have happened. 

either way, you were shaken. 

no tears, you knew he could get worked up and resort to moronic actions

but this was only slightly unexpected. 

you nodded, backing away and taking a deep breath

“fair enough. i’ll wait until you’ve leveled out, ciel.”

giving your awareness to the tall butler, you retreated to your personal room for the summer and called for your servant to help you get into your night clothes 

you went to sleep that night with a head full of thoughts.

he had never gotten violent with you, until tonight, that is

and he had always been upfront. 

was it stress? 

was it simply anger? 

or was this a sensitive time for him in general?

these questions plagued you 

as they plagued ciel, as well

it had been a pretty intense day, mostly due to the copious amounts of events and documentation that needed to be done

but that doesn’t excuse his actions.

he knew that you would listen, you’ve done it before. 

multiple times, you would sit and listen and provide input whenever - and it always seemed to be at the right time. 

he truly messed up, and he knew it. 

he just didn’t quite know how to verbalize it

“young lord, if i may suggest something, it would be best to get to the point.”

sebastian was helping ciel to bed at this point, and even he was about tired of tonight. 

“and how would you suggest that i do that?”

ciel waited as sebastian hummed

“they’re reasonable. waht you have to say, they’ll listen. just be honest with them, young lord.”

humming himself, ciel sent sebastian off once situated in bed for the night and stewed over what to say.

the next morning, you and ciel were seated at different ends of the dining area table

the aura was tense - enough to know something was wrong, but not enough to know exactly what it was.

ciel cleared his throat after sipping his tea, brushing his pants before looking at you

“y/n, i owe you an apology.”

you raised a brow, but straightened yourself in your seat and gestured for him to proceed. 

“it was wrong of me to raise my hand. i was livid, i was also stressed, but that is no excuse,.”

your gaze softened just the slightest. 

he was tense, again, and almsot fumbling to put together a sentence.

likely about why his reaction occurred.

“we can get into the details later, ciel. i appreciate the apology. you don’t have to tell me why if you don’t wish to.”

and from then on, the day slowly got better.

sebastian even gave ciel a break, keeping papers from him and cutting his classes for the day. 

you two had finally managed to reconcile, going on multiple little adventures in the manor itself. 

looking through all of the books in the library at the manor, going through the garden, even venturing through the woods beside the manor (being trailed by your servants, of course.)

essentially, everything came to a better end than beginning (considering the ‘beginning’ was the previous night) 

he also managed to keep himself in check following the event. 

(it shocked you, how well he adjusted)

(seriously.) 

(ciel managed to keep everything together, even when the day was worse than the event that caused it). 

(it also shocked sebastian, to be frank.) 

(but you weren’t complaining - you were connecting with him better!) 

[a-fanatic-fangirl-requests]

Ok ok ok first off.. amazing job writing! Second can you write the assassin having a ;) dream about Ciel? ;) ;) ;) if you catch my drift and maybe a little something something happens?

Thank you so much for the kind words! I’m so happy you enjoy my writing and trust me enough to do something like this! I’m finally done! Sorry this took so long >.

Nice Dreams (Adult!Ciel x Assassin!Reader)Warning(s): definitely NSFW (if you’re under 18, please don’t read)Word Count: 2,525

You snuggled into the bed, your arms wrapped around the pillow Ciel usually slept on. Tonight, you were alone as Ciel was off who knows where. He had been rather adamant that you not come with him. Even though you told him, several times, your injury was healed over he was still having none of it. Rather than continue to argue, you sent him off earlier that day.

But you hated not having him there with you to sleep. The both of you quickly found you relied on the other to get a restful night. Nightmares for him, overly heightened senses for you as you were too paranoid something was going to happen. However…your (E/C) trailed back to the pillow under you. “This will have to do.” You muttered into it, inhaling deeply to get the comforting scent of your husband. And soon enough, you were able to fall into a blissful sleep.

“H-harder, Ciel, please.” Your voice echoed in the large bedroom you shared with him, your hands bunching the sheets under you as you lay face down in the pillows. Ciel had a strong grip on your hips, having them hoisted up as he sat on his knees.

As his hips continued to thrust into your core, one of his hands reached around and under you to begin to tease that sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a whimper and shimmied your hips with his touch, trying to feel him even more. “So needy.” He teased, his torso leaning down over you so his deep voice could whisper in your ear. “I love it when my girl whimpers like that.” His mouth moved to your neck where he nipped and sucked on your sweet spot, effectively making you putty in his hands.

“Oh, Ciel, please….” You whined; your tough façade having quickly fallen away.

“‘Please’ what? Use your words, (F/N).” He chuckled heatedly into your ear, his hips never letting up.

“I-I…I need….”

Ciel rotated his arm, groaning a bit in the process. Sebastian had to leap out a window with him in the butler’s arms. No longer a child and now a tall man, it was much harder to tuck himself against Sebastian and he landed right on his shoulder. While he was given an apology, the butler wore that devilish smirk that said otherwise. “Bastard enjoys causing pain.” He muttered as he rounded the corner and found himself outside his bedroom. Right as he was going to turn the handle, he heard a most…interesting sound.

“Mmm, Ciel, thank you….” Your moans, while muffled, easily reached your husband’s ears outside of the door. Smirking, Ciel turned the handle ever so quietly and stepped inside. You hadn’t pulled the curtains completely, so the light from the full moon cast a glow over the bedroom. He could easily see your slightly writhing form in bed, twitching and moaning his name.

Tilting his head a bit, he walked over and sat beside you on the bed only to find you with your eyes closed. Yes, when one was experiencing pleasure it was common to close one’s eyes, but that was not what was happening now. You were having a very nice dream it seemed.

You gave a small whimper of need and that was all he needed to hear. Ciel loosened the tie around his neck and placed it, along with his gloves on the nightstand. Pulling back the sheets, he gazed at your quivering form for a moment. How did he get so lucky to have such a strong and beautiful woman? His right hand delicately trailed up your bare leg, pulling up the hem of your night dress with it.

Your thighs pressed themselves together, faintly registering the gentle touch in your sleep as one of affection. Ciel’s pale hand traveled further, reaching your hip and pausing, raising a brow. “No undergarments?” He muttered under his breath. You always wore them to bed, annoyingly so. But now, when he was not expected home until the next day, you decided not to wear them? How rude of you.

Ciel brought his hand up to his mouth, delicately licking his fingertips to get them nice and slick before brought it down to cup your sex. Your hips immediately bucked into them in response. “Ciel….” You mumbled out, holding onto the pillow more tightly. It amused him to no end that even in sleep, you knew who was giving you pleasure. His middle finger slid in between, rubbing ever so slightly and watched as your legs squirmed. How were you already this wet? It truly must have been a great dream. It amazed him you were still asleep since you were such a light sleeper.

A deep inhale was heard and his eye wandered back to your face as it snuggled into the pillow. His pillow. Well, at least it will smell like you a little bit when he’s all done. The soft sounds of your wetness from the movement of his finger was more than enough to have aroused him. The fact you were having a dream about him in the first place was definitely the main cause.

Ciel slipped a finger past your entrance which made you draw a sharp breath followed by a groan. “W-what?” You blinked the sleep from your eyes to see a hand between your legs and it connected to your husband. “Oh, hello there.”

Your husband chuckled and began to gently rub his thumb over your clit. “Hello. How was your dream?” He hummed, leaning down to place a gentle kiss to your ear. “it sounded like you were having a great time.”

You felt your body flush at that. Yes, you were having an erotic dream about you and your husband. But you had no idea it could actually be heard. “It…was a wonderful dream.” You turned a bit to face him, your hand trailing down his chest. “But this is far better.”

He grinned at that and rose up a bit. “You were certainly making some lovely noises, (F/N).” He purred, his hand not leaving your core and it made you squirm all the more. “But now, there’s nothing? Why is that?”

You bit your lip a little, looking to the side. Given your line of work, you definitely not what high society would call a proper lady. And, to be honest, you wanted to give that to Ciel. He deserved someone who could be that. However, the finger curling inside of you made you think otherwise.

“Now now, there’s no need to be a proper lady with me, my love.” He smirked, seemingly reading your mind. “I want to hear your voice calling my name again.”

“You’re too perceptive for your own good.” You breathed out, your legs opening up a bit to gran him more access.

“I don’t think you’d have me any other way.” He grinned back and let his other hand undo the buckle of his slacks.

You could only smirk at that, “Like I said, too perceptive.” Ciel immediately leaned forward and trapped your lips in a kiss, the both of you heatedly nipping and sucking each other’s lips and tongues. He was easily able to draw soft mewls from your mouth as his hand began to work at you a bit faster down below.

“Louder.” He growled, kissing back down your jaw to nip at your neck. He slipped one more finger inside of you, making your hips rise to press into his touch.

“Ciel….” You whimpered, biting your lip, “Don’t tease me like that.” The dream that you had was effectively a big tease in and of itself since it wasn’t real. But now that your husband was right here, effectively holding back to give you any release, well, it was driving you mad.

His hand trailed up your side, lifting your nightgown until it sat above your breasts. “I’m the tease?” He asked, his unoccupied hand gently cupping your right breast. “Can you imagine my reaction, to see my wife moaning and gasping out for me in her sleep?” Ciel’s head dipped to give a small lick to your left nipple while his thumb gently played with your other one. “My god, it was enough to make me forgo any thoughts of sleep.” His lips wrapped around it, sucking it just enough to make you gasp, but not enough to fully satisfy you. He was wanting to draw this out.

“Please….” You whimpered again, not sure how much more you could take. The both of you have been starved of the other’s touch for a while, each of you desperately wanting this. You’ve had just about enough.

Sitting up abruptly, you flipped the both of you so you were straddling his waist, your breath coming out in pants. After the momentary look of surprise, Ciel grinned and placed a hand on your hip, rubbing circles there with his thumb. “That’s it….” He egged on, raising his hips to press against your core.

“Now who’s the tease?” You groaned, easily feeling his bulge. Raising your arms, you slipped off your night dress to reveal your bare self. “Especially since now you’re the only one with clothes on.”

Ciel swallowed hard as he gazed at your (S/C) and (B/T) form. If he thought you glowed from the moonlight before, you definitely were now from the slight sheen of sweat covering your body. “I suppose…that is a bit unfair.” He conceded, sitting up at the waist and unbuttoned his jacked and dress shirt, all the while placing soft kisses along your jaw until your lips connected.

That’s when your hands took over and all but finished ripping the shirt off of him and throwing it aside. “That’s better.” With his toned torso now bare, your hands trailed down it, loving the feeling of his chest rising and falling, clearly as excited as you were. Reaching down further, you let your fingers dance over his clothed member, a teasing grin on your face. “Hmm, what do we have here?” You teased, rolling your hips against his that elicited a small groan from the both of you.

“You know what it is.” He growled, his hands squeezing your hips.

“I do, but patience my love.” You purred and pushed him back down. Sliding down a bit, you laid between his legs and eased his trousers down along with his own undergarments. Your (E/C) eyes flickered back up to meet his own stark blue one, a knowing look on both of your faces. Opening your mouth, your tongue gave a firm lick to his cock, making his hips buck immediately. You loved how sensitive he was when it came to this.

Humming in pride, you wrapped your lips around the tip, one hand finding his and the other massaging your fingers around his base. Soft slurping noises were now paired with Ciel’s moans, his hand holding tightly onto yours while the other fisted your hair. It was nice to have the strong Watchdog effectively turn weak under your hands and lips.

You knew what made your husband ‘tick’ so to speak. And you definitely were doing that. You brought him to close to the edge several times by gently grazing your teeth against his underside or rubbing your tongue teasingly across his tip. His pants began to be more frequented with growls as you kept edging him. “(F/N)….” He growls, his eye narrowed at you.

“Yes?” You asked innocently, placing a gentle kiss to his slicked up cock.

“While I said I did not want you to be a proper lady, I didn’t mean for you to tease me like this.” His hand tightened in your hair as you giggled against his member, making his hips jerk.

“You should know by now that for me, they’re on in the same.” His eye flashed at that and he quickly picked you up and put you on your hands and knees. Ciel rubbed his tip against your aching core, making you mewl in need.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.” He answered back, slowly sliding just the tip in now. “Speak up.”

He knew just how to tease you as well to make you soft in his hands. Your back arched as you looked back at him. “Please….” You whimpered, the smirk on his face growing.

“Please what?” He asked back.

“I-I need you, inside.” Your hips shimmied and tried to back to engulf his member, but his hands held your hips firm. Ciel let your whimper and whines continue, not giving in. He loved seeing you like this, completely submissive in this situation as opposed to your daily life that consisted of orders and killing. Oh how he loved you.

Your body began to tremble as he stayed in that position for a few moments longer, panting and doing your best to be patient. “That’s my girl.” Ciel’s deep voice hummed before his hips connected with yours, making your head jerk up with a gasp.

Hands gripped the bedsheets while he thrusted into you, his hand roaming your back while the other stayed attached to your hip. This was pure bliss for the both of you; moaning, gasping, calling out each other’s names. But, the teasing you gave each other as well as being intimate after so long quickly made both overly sensitive. It was much shorter lived than you would have liked, but, damn it, he was too good and he felt the same way about you.

The moment his hand reached around to rub your clit was your undoing. You screamed out his name as you came undone, your torso collapsing onto the bed as your body shook.

Ciel gave a low grunt when you came, definitely not expecting you to come so quickly. But he soon followed with one more thrust deep inside of you, your body happily taking whatever he gave.

If you didn’t feel full before, you certainly did now. Ciel collapsed back on the bed with you, pulling you close to his chest and snuggled into your neck as you both soaked up the other’s presence.

“You should wake me up more often like that.” You giggled, your hand finding his wrapped around your waist.

“If I did, it wouldn’t be nearly as surprising though.” He placed a soft kiss to your cheek, slowly sliding out of you and pulled a blanket over your forms.

You smirked a little at that. “What, don’t want Sebastian coming in to see us bare?”

Ciel rolled his eyes and pinched your side. “I’d rather him not see you.” His hand found your left one, gently thumbing the ring that sat on your ring finger. “You’re mine.” He said a but possessively.

You nodded your head, your (H/C) hair tickling his face. “I know, I know.” Your hand squeezed his and you snuggled into his chest. “And you’re here. Thank you for coming home.”

Ciel smiled and pulled off his eye patch and tossing it aside. “I am. I always will be.” Giving you one more kiss, he sighed blissfully. “Have a good night.”

“You too.” You answered back, your life was perfect.

[a-fanatic-fangirl-old-blog]

Hi!! Can you do an undertaker, Sebastian, and Ciel with an S/O who is an assassin?

Here it is my Anon! I hope you enjoy it!

Undertaker and his Assassin S/O

He knew what your profession was from the moment he saw you. In his previous line of work, afterall, he ran into several of your kind. Or perhaps it is better to say, the targets of your profession.

It was a little surprising to him though to find out that he developed a target on his head. No doubt from a disgruntled customer who assumed the measurements were wrong on the coffin. Or, at least that’s what he assumed.

But, considering who he is, he was definitely waiting for you to show up, giggling all the while. It was a bit unnerving to have a target be laughing at their imminent demise, but you brushed it off as a coping mechanism.

Even so, he was…frustratingly hard to kill. Your usual tactics of ‘grab and take them down in a headlock’ weren’t working. Not because you weren’t strong enough, but because he kept weaseling out of your grip somehow. You blamed the soft long hair.

Yet, after your first few failed attempts, it was obvious the Undertaker saw it as more of a game than a threat on his life. Which only served to annoy you.

After a few more unsuccessful attempts, you screamed, “Just let me pin you!”

To which he grinned and shook his head. “But if I let you, that means you leave.” His voice took a deeper turn as he brushed his bangs to the side. It made you shiver, those irises weren’t normal. And you’ve looked into many a dying man’s eyes to know that.

With a frustrated growl, you sat down on a coffin (since he didn’t have chairs in his funeral parlor, weirdo) and crossed your arms. “Looks like I’m not going anywhere then.”

He laughed and turned around. “I wouldn’t have it any other way dearie. Don’t worry, I don’t mind sharing my bed when you get tired of this silly bounty.”

You could only stare and purse your lips. Truly, it seemed like you would not be getting out of this anytime soon. But perhaps…that wasn’t so bad.

Sebastian and his Assassin S/O

It was nice to see you back after all these years. Pretending to be something you were not born to do. To think, the once proud royal assassin of Ancient Egypt, a lowly baker barely scraping by in London. It was a bit saddening to see your potential go to waste. 

But no matter, now that he found you again after all these centuries, he would not be letting you go. 

His first priority was to watch and observe. How were you with others that have wronged you? Who were far too rude for your liking? His eyes gleamed as he saw your hand twitch towards a bread knife after a particularly annoying customer walked away, but you retracted your hand. The frustration on your face said it all.

But, he needed to see you in action. He desired it in fact. After all, that’s how you won the demon’s heart. Perhaps having done so many ‘good deeds’–or as good as can be for a demon like himself–the dark one decided to reward him and bring you back.

Shrouded in all black, he followed you on a rainy morning as you headed to the bakery. You knew you were being followed, he was making it quite obvious actually. But after several particularly annoying customers, this was the last straw. And if the law came after you…well, self-defense was there for a reason, right?

Rounding a corner, you immediately scaled the brick wall, holding onto the ledge of a window as you waited for your pursuer to follow you. Taking out a knife and putting it in between your teeth, you watched the round the corner as expected. 

As your figure came plummeting down, intending to stab the man’s throat, you found yourself slammed up against the wall, a hand around your throat. 

“My, it seems you still have it after all, don’t you my dear?” A silky smooth voice whispered in your ear. In your heart of hearts, it was distant, but it reached out to the voice. A name was ringing in your ears, begging you to say it. But the moment you opened your mouth, you found a pair of lips on yours and two shining red eyes staring  back at you. As the man pulled away, he gave a peck to your nose. “I have a new name now. Call me Sebastian.” 

Ciel (Adult) and his Assassin S/O

He had to admit, when he required your assistance as a plus one all those years ago to take out a target, he never expected to actually develop feelings for you. But, yet here he was, you on his arm laughing at a noble’s joke and a ring on your finger.

As the noble walked away, your expression darkened and turned to disgust, swiftly picking up a champagne flute from a server’s tray. “I can’t wait till he’s six feet under.” You muttered.

He couldn’t help but chuckle a little and press a soft kiss to your head. “Patience my dear, all in due time.” You couldn’t help but sigh and lean into his touch. 

He was right, but you could wait since it was for him. Now that you were in a very public marriage with Ciel, it was much harder to take on assassination jobs. But he was good to you, he knew you liked it, so he pulled some of his contacts in the underground and was able to secure targets for you. He spoiled you like that.

As the hour chimed, you downed the rest of your glass and handed it to your husband. “I’ll be right back.” You said, turning to flash him a bright smile. “Don’t miss me too much.” And with that, you went off to go persuade the noble to a more…secluded area.

He smirked and nodded his head. You both knew you’d miss the other’s presence. After all, two dark souls attracted one another. 

Around eight minutes later, you sidled back up to him with a little sigh. “My love, it seems that one was taken care of in record time.” He mused after glancing back at the clock. 

You were efficient to say the least, but it was more fun when they fought. “Next time, get me a more challenging one, yes?” You asked. By no means were you upset, if anything, the target had some nerve to be so easy. Perhaps it was all the drinks they had that did it. 

Ciel wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. “As you wish.” He leaned down and whispered in your ear, “My dear assassin.”

[athesists]

"Diligence is another term the girls describe me as. Only because I have the will to approach those men." - from The Silenced | [Ciel Phantomhive x Reader] (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/DtjrRTcKjA

[crybaby-vanessa-blog]

It's not edited - Ciel x Reader - Lemon (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/lDmycaUHuu Ciel x Reader Smut, smut everywhere. Don't like don't read You know the drill.

[fanfictiondreamscape]

S/O Volunteers at a Daycare

Request: Im not entirely sure how to request but I did read your rules! So is it alright if I request DTK and Ciel with an S/O who works at her mother’s daycare during the weekends?

Title: S/O Volunteers at a Daycare 

Genre: fluff abound, and maybe a little comedic 

Pairing: Death the Kid/Ciel Phantomhive x Reader (separately) 

Notes: Okay, so this prompt made me flat out UwU shamelessly. Seriously, this was an adorable idea! That said, these are two of my favorite characters, so this made it even better!

So, thanks for the request! It made me feel bubbly and motivated, despite being almost stuck over the past week. Otherwise, the only things I would want to make you aware of are that I wrote them as headcanons because I felt that they would work best for the request, I tried to provide a small story for each set of headcanons, and - I think that’s it! I hope you enjoy it! (It also may be a little short, sorry!) 

Below the cut! 

Death the Kid

straight outta the gate, he knew about your work at your mother’s daycare

he had to deal with a particularly dangerous kishin that attacked the workplace a while back, and he saw you as he took care of the tainted soul despite you already prepared to use your arm to fight against the monster

but what he didn’t know was that you worked so well with the children.

your intelligence is what drew him to you, and though he had his suspicions about your great understanding of children

this was unexpected.

he seriously thought that you would be more likely to take up the receptionist position.

you were very sociable, so that was where he thought you’d decide to volunteer as it would utilize your sociability and intelligence.

but this was odd.

he was patrolling around Death City, not failing to notice what he needed to

but this?

yeah, no - this was new.

he saw you and your mother, standing outside beside the playground with the kindergarteners

pushing them on the swings and lifting them onto higher structures if needed

frankly, the sight was adorable.

he noticed the way your eyes lit up when you were around the children, almost a motherly appeal in them

and when he saw the whole picture, he was even more starstruck by you.

you are so good with children,. 

like seriously.

most of the time, they look at him and look away or decide to make a fuss about his - shiver - hair. 

so this was something only he could dream about. 

it’s only when he brings this up to you that you realize he had seen you that day. 

“so, dear, you volunteer at the kindergarten downtown?”

holdup- 

“uh...yeah. why are you asking?”

“well, i was asking on behalf of an event that you could participate in.”

turns out he wanted to invite the kids to see the DWMA, and wanted to know if you’d be willing to go with him and guide the group despite it being a weekday. 

if your mom was down, so were you

luckily, your mom was ecstatic

and lord death was 100% down for it

so this was happening

eventually the day came, and all of the students were so happy to hear that they would be seeing the big school that they always saw from different points in town. 

when they saw you, though, they all ran to hug you tightly.

the sight made kid a little jealous lol

either way, they also spotted the boy beside you, and a few of them questioned who he was.

so, before he could go on a formal route, you stopped and introduced him yourself

“his name is death the kid, and he’s lord death’s son.”

“is he your boyfriend?” 

cue the matching tomato faces

your mom knew, she loved him

and normally she would stop this immediately, 

but the scene right in front of her eyes was entertaining and not harmful so- 

the tour of the school started, and as you and kid introduced the rooms and class system to the kids,

he had an almost vice-grip on your hand the whole time. 

sometimes, his grip could be painful, but this was one of those secure ones where you didn’t feel like you were going to slip at any second.

it made you feel happier, maybe a little more confident to present what you were presenting

until it hit lunchtime, where the children gathered around you and listened intently as you told stories of goings-on at the DWMA

kid and your mom listened to the occurrence from behind

“so you and my daughter?”

“miss/ms./mrs., if i may-” 

overall, though, the whole scene left the dual color-haired teen feeling even more happiness at the sight of you.

intelligent, gorgeous, talented, and kind and sweet? 

what more could a man want than someone as perfect as you?

following the tour, you and kid sat down and talked.

after some time, you and him came to the conclusion to take him with you sometimes.

because some of the kids really were starting to like him. 

eventually, it became a common occurrence for him to join you when volunteering on the weekends.

at one point, they targeted kid and called him big brother when you brought him to the kindergarten.

so yeah, you and kids? the sight is the perfect way to get him to turn firetruck red, so use it. 

and him and kids? vice versa, he can and will use it. 

Ciel Phantomhive

listen, he knows you’re the closest thing to an actually good angel

but this was a whole new level of angel

he never really completely understood why you decided to do what you do, but he knows you’re pure-hearted

so could someone please explain to short blueberry wealth over here why he was surprised to see that you volunteered at a kindergarten?

let’s just say that when your mom was called upon to answer questions about the last time she had seen a notorious burglary suspect

and he saw you interacting with the children inside on his way out.

he blushed.

he couldn’t help it! the scene was too cute, and it made him feel something domestic!

(yeah, sebastian had a field day with the scene of ciel trying to cover his completely red face with his outerwear.)

anyway, the event made him see you in an even brighter light.

your kindness knows no bounds, does it? 

either way, he had to uphold an image.

as much as he wanted to gush about how sweet it made him feel and how much more beautiful it made you, he couldn’t

whether that was because he just couldn’t be overly sweet by nature or if it was his mature aura he had to exude to do business, he didn’t know

but yeah

he loved the image, and he went to any lengths to see it happen.

in fact, he took some extreme lengths for the children the kindergarten.

after doing some basic research on the kindergarten, it didn’t charge much for people to send their children there. 

at all. 

so he became aware that it was a kindergarten for poor families. 

(and he became flustered again. sebastian saw, teased him for it, then got commanded to clean up whatever mess the other servants of the manor had made.)

with this knowledge, he had specifically asked for Funtom toys to be sent to the kindergarten and gifted to the children. 

he originally planned to keep his name out of the endeavor, but that plan went bust when he remembered the image.

again, the domesticity that he felt from the image just- 

yeah, he was blushing again

and this was his reason behind showing up at the kindergarten and formally giving the children the toys.

you hadn’t known that he was going to do this, so your shocked face was very obvious.

the kids were shocked, but very grateful.

one of them even called him brother, and though it was odd, he found the statement oddly endearing and awkwardly patted the small boy’s head.

that’s when you blushed. 

after all of the children had their gifts and were sent off for nap time, your mother thanked him face-to-face. 

you were stood beside her in the doorway, trying to simultaneously keep an eye on the children and keep an eye on your short significant other

the blush never left your cheeks, and as you saw his hesitance to show any real “emotion” (if you get what i mean) you chuckled.

ciel still found the image so loving, and he still couldn’t help but get flustered but,

after all of this and the many times after that he provided support for either the kindergarten itself or the kids, you started to tease him.

(on the sidelines, sebastian was teasing the two of you which always resulted in him being instructed to do some offhand task elsewhere as a ploy to get him to leave the room)

(good times) 

[a-fanatic-fangirl-requests]

Here is last one in the Black Butler x Injured!Assassin!Reader from @nightroze this time, featuring Ciel. Like always, I hope it is to your liking!

Don’t Hide Things from Me (Ciel x Assassin!Reader)

Warning(s): blood, bodily injury

Word Count: 1,763

You were immensely grateful that the Phantomhive estate had such a capable and able butler. One hell of one to be precious. If Ciel had not sent him without you knowing on this assassination, well, chances were you would not have made it out with as seemingly ‘good’ of an injury as you did.

“Stay still, Lady Phantomhive.” Sebastian chided you as you quickly rode back to the estate, having been seated in front of him on the horse.

You snorted a little at that, your hand applying pressure to your right side to try and slow the bleeding. “Easier said than done, when the horse is makes it hard.” You groaned, still doing your best to stay as motionless as possible.

Sebastian hummed above you as the mansion came in sight, starting to slow the horse down. “Even so, I don’t think our Lord would appreciate you bleeding out.” He slowed the horse to a stop in front of the manor. “Besides, I don’t think he’ll be too pleased with you as is. Didn’t your promise to return unharmed?” He mused, a glint of humor in his voice.

“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.” You said in reply as he dismounted and assisted in pulling you off the horse.

“Yes, but it may kill you.”

“It won’t.” You growled out. There was no way something as insignificant as this would stop you from doing your normal duties. Your eyes trailed up to your bedroom window and saw no lights flickering in the dark. Good, he was asleep. “Just patch me up and we will not discuss this any further, understood?” Your eyes glared into his, which was met with veiled amusement.

Sebastian placed his hand over his heart and bowed before you. “As you wish, My Lady.”

 You made sure that Sebastian stitched you up on the opposite end of the manor. Ciel was a light sleeper and you did not need him waking up to your screams of pain. Especially given the butler stuck his finger inside to make sure no vital organs were punctured. That hurt far worse than the dagger that was thrust into your side. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he was deliberately slow and painful on purpose.

Either way, he helped clean and bandage it and fetched a nightgown for you to wear after getting your (H/T) (H/C) hair ready for sleep. Escorting you to the master bedroom, you gave a nod of thanks before quietly walking into the room.

Your right hand was pressed to your side to apply some relief as you pulled back the covers and slid in next to your husband for the night.

Just as you were falling asleep, his voice reached your ears. “What took so long, (F/N)?” He asked, turning in bed to face you. Of course he was awake. And suspicious.

“Nothing to be concerned about.” You whispered, snuggling up next to him to feign innocence. He sounded tired enough that he may just leave it.

A deep hum sounded in his chest as he pulled you close, his arm pressing against your wound. It took everything in you not to groan in pain, instead, opting to clear your throat. “Whatever you say.” Ciel said, placing a kiss to your forehead. “I’m just glad you’re safely back in my arms.” His hand found his way to the back of your head, bringing it closer to his heart. “Good night, my love.”

With a deep breath, you nodded your head. “Good night, Ciel.”

 Seeing as you came back so late, Ciel let you sleep in. This made it considerably easy to check on your wound without prying eyes. Going into your shared bathroom, you went to the full-length mirror and lifted your dress, exposing most of your (S/C) skin. “I hope this doesn’t scar.” You muttered, undoing the bandage to get a clean one for the day. Hearing a knock on the bathroom door, you quickly pulled your dress down before saying ‘enter’.

Opening the door, Sebastian came in, his gaze fixated past your shoulder as it would be improper to stare at a lady in the bathroom, even if she was clothed. “My Lady, if I may make a suggestion on our scheduled training session….” He trailed off, hoping you would take the hint that he wanted to cancel it due to your injury.

Shaking your head, you strode past him to find he had set out a dress for the day. “No, we will continue with it as scheduled.” You said, taking the dress to put back into your closet, instead opting for a pair of pants and a shirt. It was far easier to move in pants and shirt than in a dress and corset.

“But My Lady—”

“Sebastian, my answer is final.” You said, going back into the bathroom to change.

You could sense the irritation coming from him. “Of course.” He said and waited for you to come out.

Once you did, the white blouse you were wearing was tucked into the black high waisted pants. Pulling on a pair of black boots, you stood back up and motioned to the door. “Let’s go.”

 For the fifth time, you found yourself on your back, the wind knocked out of you. Gasping for breath hurt in your abdomen and you rolled to the side with a groan.

“My Lady, I really must suggest we stop.” Sebastian pleaded, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, his waistcoat laying over a chair in the combat room.

Your eyes glared back at him. There was no way you would stop and let yourself get lax. You were stabbed for goodness sake! Clearly you needed more training and that was to happen immediately. “I suggest you stop attempting to command me.” You spat out, pulling the ‘hierarchy’ card on him. It was by no means something you enjoyed doing, but it seemed to happen with Sebastian more than anyone else.

He sighed, his hand reaching out to help you up. “Of course, My Lady, it is just that I am concerned for your wellbeing.” Sebastian admitted. After all, his Lord would not be happy if she injured herself even more than she was.

“Noted.” You replied, letting him pull you back up only to go back in a fighting stance.

He only sighed and waited for you to come at him, quickly and easily deflecting your hits. You had wanted this to be a challenge, more so than usual, so that was what you were getting

Sweat was starting to appear on your forehead as you lunged, dodged, and blocked. You needed to get better. This could not happen again.

Sebastian suddenly moved behind you to strike on your side, attempting to get you to block. However, the sharp and sudden twisting action made your stitches come out. Instead of blocking, you merely ducked and jumped out of the way, holding your side. Panting, you shouted out, “Again!”

The butler’s brows furrowed as he looked at your side, seeing dots of blood seeping through the white shirt. “My Lady….” He said slowly before you lunged at him, attempting to strike his shoulder. Not letting the blood distract him, he flipped you and pinned you do the ground, knee to your back and holding your arms to the side. “Concede.” He stated, not wanting to have to risk injuring his Ladyship.

“I refuse.” You said simply, ignoring the deep ache on your side as you pushed yourself to roll him off before hoping back up, your breathing becoming more ragged. Oh, what a stubborn one you were.

Sighing, Sebastian came at you again and again, trying to tire you out to the point you’d give up. But you kept blocking and dodging hit after hit, telling yourself this was necessary to toughen you up.

However, moving so fast combined with attacking and getting hit meant your heart was pumping more, causing your wound to let out more blood. It made your vision appear unfocused, making it difficult to follow Sebastian’s movements.

The door to the room opened, Ciel poking his head inside as he intended to ask you for tea. However, seeing the blood stain clearly seeping through your clothes made him come running towards you. “(F/N)!”

The sudden noise caused you to whip your head towards your husband, only to get hit in the right side by the swing of Sebastian’s leg. You immediately collapsed, Ciel having just been able to catch you in his arms as you whimpered in pain. Sliding to the ground, Ciel quickly pulled up your shirt, yelling at Sebastian to go retrieve the medical kit.

His hands pressed against your now open wound, making you hiss in pain. “I knew something was wrong.” He muttered, his voice laced with worry as he turned his blue eye to look at your (E/C) ones. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You raised your arm to cover your eyes, you couldn’t stand to see the hurt on his face. “I didn’t want you to worry. I didn’t…want you to think I was incapable of doing my job.” You whispered, your voice a little hoarse.

This only made Ciel sigh and shake his head. “It’s my job to worry. You’re my wife. My life. I would never think anything less of you.” He whispered back, his body trembling a bit. There was no way he could lose you, it would be far too painful without you in his life. “Please,” he begged, his hand sliding under your arm to gently cup your face, “don’t work yourself like this. If you’re injured, you need to rest. Save the training for later, ok?” He asked.

While you wanted to argue, say that you were fine, it would have been a moot point. You were injured, nearly seriously so. And you only made them worse by pushing yourself too far. You face began to scrunch up as you let shed a few tears. “Ok. I promise.” You said back to which he immediately pressed a soft kiss to your now uncovered eyes before crashing them down to your lips. “I’m going to hold you to that. Because I love you, and I cannot stand the thought of being without you. For better or for worse, remember?” He laughed a little, smiling as he reminisced your vows.

It made you sniffle and give a small laugh in return. “Heh, yes, for better or for worse.”

Ciel smiled, a true one as he straightened back up, “That’s my girl.”

[a-fanatic-fangirl-requests]

Anonymous Request (From the Old Blog): Hi!! Can you do an undertaker, Sebastian, and Ciel with an S/O who is an assassin?

Here it is my Anon! I hope you enjoy it!

Undertaker and his Assassin S/O

He knew what your profession was from the moment he saw you. In his previous line of work, afterall, he ran into several of your kind. Or perhaps it is better to say, the targets of your profession.

It was a little surprising to him though to find out that he developed a target on his head. No doubt from a disgruntled customer who assumed the measurements were wrong on the coffin. Or, at least that’s what he assumed.

But, considering who he is, he was definitely waiting for you to show up, giggling all the while. It was a bit unnerving to have a target be laughing at their imminent demise, but you brushed it off as a coping mechanism.

Even so, he was…frustratingly hard to kill. Your usual tactics of ‘grab and take them down in a headlock’ weren’t working. Not because you weren’t strong enough, but because he kept weaseling out of your grip somehow. You blamed the soft long hair.

Yet, after your first few failed attempts, it was obvious the Undertaker saw it as more of a game than a threat on his life. Which only served to annoy you.

After a few more unsuccessful attempts, you screamed, “Just let me pin you!”

To which he grinned and shook his head. “But if I let you, that means you leave.” His voice took a deeper turn as he brushed his bangs to the side. It made you shiver, those irises weren’t normal. And you’ve looked into many a dying man’s eyes to know that.

With a frustrated growl, you sat down on a coffin (since he didn’t have chairs in his funeral parlor, weirdo) and crossed your arms. “Looks like I’m not going anywhere then.”

He laughed and turned around. “I wouldn’t have it any other way dearie. Don’t worry, I don’t mind sharing my bed when you get tired of this silly bounty.”

You could only stare and purse your lips. Truly, it seemed like you would not be getting out of this anytime soon. But perhaps…that wasn’t so bad.

Sebastian and his Assassin S/O

It was nice to see you back after all these years. Pretending to be something you were not born to do. To think, the once proud royal assassin of Ancient Egypt, a lowly baker barely scraping by in London. It was a bit saddening to see your potential go to waste.

But no matter, now that he found you again after all these centuries, he would not be letting you go.

His first priority was to watch and observe. How were you with others that have wronged you? Who were far too rude for your liking? His eyes gleamed as he saw your hand twitch towards a bread knife after a particularly annoying customer walked away, but you retracted your hand. The frustration on your face said it all.

But, he needed to see you in action. He desired it in fact. After all, that’s how you won the demon’s heart. Perhaps having done so many ‘good deeds’–or as good as can be for a demon like himself–the dark one decided to reward him and bring you back.

Shrouded in all black, he followed you on a rainy morning as you headed to the bakery. You knew you were being followed, he was making it quite obvious actually. But after several particularly annoying customers, this was the last straw. And if the law came after you…well, self-defense was there for a reason, right?

Rounding a corner, you immediately scaled the brick wall, holding onto the ledge of a window as you waited for your pursuer to follow you. Taking out a knife and putting it in between your teeth, you watched the round the corner as expected.

As your figure came plummeting down, intending to stab the man’s throat, you found yourself slammed up against the wall, a hand around your throat.

“My, it seems you still have it after all, don’t you my dear?” A silky smooth voice whispered in your ear. In your heart of hearts, it was distant, but it reached out to the voice. A name was ringing in your ears, begging you to say it. But the moment you opened your mouth, you found a pair of lips on yours and two shining red eyes staring  back at you. As the man pulled away, he gave a peck to your nose. “I have a new name now. Call me Sebastian.”

Ciel (Adult) and his Assassin S/O

He had to admit, when he required your assistance as a plus one all those years ago to take out a target, he never expected to actually develop feelings for you. But, yet here he was, you on his arm laughing at a noble’s joke and a ring on your finger.

As the noble walked away, your expression darkened and turned to disgust, swiftly picking up a champagne flute from a server’s tray. “I can’t wait till he’s six feet under.” You muttered.

He couldn’t help but chuckle a little and press a soft kiss to your head. “Patience my dear, all in due time.” You couldn’t help but sigh and lean into his touch.

He was right, but you could wait since it was for him. Now that you were in a very public marriage with Ciel, it was much harder to take on assassination jobs. But he was good to you, he knew you liked it, so he pulled some of his contacts in the underground and was able to secure targets for you. He spoiled you like that.

As the hour chimed, you downed the rest of your glass and handed it to your husband. “I’ll be right back.” You said, turning to flash him a bright smile. “Don’t miss me too much.” And with that, you went off to go persuade the noble to a more…secluded area.

He smirked and nodded his head. You both knew you’d miss the other’s presence. After all, two dark souls attracted one another.

Around eight minutes later, you sidled back up to him with a little sigh. “My love, it seems that one was taken care of in record time.” He mused after glancing back at the clock.

You were efficient to say the least, but it was more fun when they fought. “Next time, get me a more challenging one, yes?” You asked. By no means were you upset, if anything, the target had some nerve to be so easy. Perhaps it was all the drinks they had that did it.

Ciel wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. “As you wish.” He leaned down and whispered in your ear, “My dear assassin.”

[crybaby-vanessa-blog]

It's not edited - Ciel x Reader - Lemon (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/atkrWZTHuu Ciel x Reader Smut, smut everywhere. Don't like don't read You know the drill.

[crybaby-vanessa-blog]

It's not edited - Ciel x Reader - Lemon (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/VxFUD6QHuu Ciel x Reader Smut, smut everywhere. Don't like don't read You know the drill.