#claude faustus smut

[sleepingdeath-light]

the spider’s web ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (kinktober entry)

word count ; 712

content ; sexually explicit content, rough sex, vaginal sex, biting kink, bondage, implied spanking/impact play, light choking, overstimulation, sadist!claude, dominant!claude, submissive!reader, masochist!reader

fandom ; black butler

pairing ; claude faustus x cis female reader

read also on ; ao3

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If ever there was a compromising position to be in, it was this: your wrists were bound together tightly behind your back in such a way that you were unable to even try and tug your arms apart and the material binding them (sticky and silken and made by your demonic love) was too strong for you to ever hope to find any sort of weakness or strain; your ass and thighs were red raw and even the slightest touch or movement sent a cold bolt of pain straight up your spine and coaxed a low hiss from your lips as you flinched back from whatever brushed against you; your throat and chest were covered in plenty of bite marks, all arranged carefully as to not hit anything vital but deep enough to draw plenty of blood to the surface for him to lick clean with that stupidly talented tongue of his; your lips were parted in a wet, messy ‘o’ as you chanted his name over and over again like a sick prayer, saliva dripping out of the corners of your mouth and dampening your chin, though you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the mess ;your pussy was filled to the point of aching by Claude’s length, with you being forced to straddle his lap whilst he grasped at you with those large gloved hands and manoeuvred your body however he wanted (one hand lightly wrapped around your neck, caressing the column and your pulse point with his thumb, the other gripping your hip so hardly you almost feared he’d snap the bone in two, using his strength to have you bouncing on his dick).

Covered in cum and spit and sweat and blood, with his cock in your cunt and his hand around your throat, you were well and truly at your demon’s mercy — and you fucking loved it.

Loved the way it felt to have those sharp fangs of his slicing through the soft flesh of your breasts before he soothed the wounds he left with gentle licks and suckling that had you arching your back into his mouth.

Loved the way it felt when he tightened his grip on your throat just that bit more for those short few seconds here and there. Loved lightheadedness that came with it and how it made you feel more alive and more like yourself as he fucked you stupid.

Loved the way it felt to be stretched and filled beyond what you thought possible, to be used so much that you lost the ability to think of anything but him. Loved to be turned into a thoughtless messy fuck toy for him to use however he wished: to be bruised, to be bitten, to be fucked beyond coherent, to be filled up with him, and to be left drooling and squirting and too far gone to care about the mess you’d made of his perfectly ironed trousers as you soaked them with your cum again, and again, and again.

Loved to see those honey-golden eyes of his flicker that demonic swirling pink for a few milliseconds as he watches you come undone over the rectangular rims of his glasses. Something primal, something instinctual, simmering just below the surface that he fights to keep down for your sake — for if he lets himself be as rough as he wants to be with you then surely you’d be killed (no mortal masochist can survive the what he would want to do to you, after all).

Your clit throbs and your soaking wet pussy flutters around him as you start to mount yet another peak, voice too hoarse to even try to scream as you started to edge from pleasure to pain. Though Claude didn’t stop, he knew that you could take it after all, just continuing to force your spent body to take his length to the hilt over and over again until he was sated.

Until you were covered in bites and bruises. Until you were crying and sobbing from overstimulation. Until the only thing you could remember was the sound of his name. Until he was finished with you — and he was nowhere near finished yet.

Claude leaned forward and bit down on the crux of your shoulder once again.

[vibrant-violent-viper]

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

First post and first BB fanfic!

⚠️TW: mentions of sex/BDSM⚠️

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I don't know how this all started.

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

Maybe it was many things in combination.

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

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

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

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

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

Foolish.

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

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

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

I do as I'm told.

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

Part 1 coming very soon!

[braveclementine]

October 21- Breath Play (Sebastian Michaelis, Claude Faustus) ❤️

Warnings: 18+ readers only, breath play. . . and honestly that's really it. Some mentions of aftercare I suppose

Copyright: I do not own Sebastian Michaelis, Claude Faustus, or any other Black Butler characters. I also do not condone any copying of this.

"We won't hurt you." Claude promised, towering over you as Sebastian lounged on the bed behind you. You glanced over your shoulder to see that the other demon looked rather bored, his amber eyes meeting yours, the corner of his mouth lifting into the slightest of smirks. 

"I know." You murmured softly, unable to look Claude in the eye. "I know I just. . . the idea of not being able to breathe is scary. You guys don't need to breathe so what if you forget?" 

Claude took your chin between his fingers, making you stare into his golden eyes. "Y/N. Do you really think we would forget something as precious as that?" 

"No." You replied honestly. 

"Good." Sebastian purred in your ear, making you jump seven feet in the air, crashing into Claude as you hadn't heard the other demon approach at all. 

Claude shot Sebastian an annoyed look as he helped you steady yourself. "Really Sebastian? It's almost as though you want to prove yourself careless." 

"I'm sorry kitten." Sebastian smirked, lifting your hand to kiss the back of it in apologies. "We truly will keep you safe however." 

You let out a deep, shaky breath. "Okay." 

Sebastians' eyes glimmered, "Excellent." 

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You were kneeling on the bed, wearing black lingerie. Black had never been your favorite colour- you had thought it made you look rather pale and unflattering- but Sebastian and Claude loved seeing it on you. They made you feel beautiful, not the clothing that you wore for a few minutes before they tore it to shreds. 

You took a deep breath, something you were doing every twenty seconds. Despite their reassurances and despite you knowing that they would never hurt you, especially with something as simple as breath play- you had done far more complex and dangerous kinks- you were still a little nervous. 

Your worry that they would forget you needed to breathe was at the top of your list. An entity that didn't need to breathe, caught up in the moment, might perhaps forget that the one they were with did need air.  

But, Claude was right. They were demons and they were not negligent in anything they did. You were safe. 

Footsteps behind you alerted you that at least Claude was in the room. He had always attempted to act more human with you, or at least not scare you as badly as Sebastian did. Sebastian seemed to live simply to make sure you jumped at his every move. 

Claude had taken his gloves off, showing you the tattoo on the back of his hands as he ran his hands across your body, before ripping the bra away, massaging your breasts immediately. He sucked and bit gently at your neck and you relaxed into him, moaning. 

"Eyes open." Sebastian whispered, breath fanning across your face. Your body tensed, flinching a little into Claude who let out an annoyed noise, pulling away from your neck. 

You opened your eyes to find the slightly younger demon smirking, hovering in front of you. He was completely naked, showing you a lithe, thin, fit figure. His amber eyes hypnotized you and you shook your head at him slightly. 

"One of these days you're really going to give me a heart attack, you know that master?" You asked, sinking back into Claude. 

"And then," Sebastian whispered, starting at your throat with his tongue, before slowly working his way down your body. "I'll consume your soul and make you my slave forever." 

You whimpered as he reached your naval, which was somewhat ticklish. Claude made another annoyed noise. He loved you being human and hated when Sebastian talked about such things as consuming your soul or your death. 

The relationship between the three of you was complicated. You liked both of them- loved them even though you'd never say so to their faces (Demons did not grasp the concept of love). And they were both fond of you. They couldn't stand each other though, only tolerating each others' presence because of you. 

Sebastian ran his tongue back up your stomach, before latching onto your breast. Claude's hands gently caressed your shoulders, his lips against your back. Slowly, he slid one hand up to cup your throat. 

You let out a shaky breath, waiting for him to apply pressure. But Claude simply kept his hand there, teasingly, while Sebastian continued to lick and suck your breasts. It wasn't until Sebastian moved lower, laying his tongue flat against your cunt, that Claude squeezed, not hard yet, but lightly. 

"We're taking this slow." Claude murmured softly as Sebastian sucked your clit into his mouth, teeth scraping over the sensitive nub. "I want you to be comfortable first." 

You didn't know if Sebastian was going to stick with that, but you trusted Claude on his word at the very least. 

Sebastian looked up at you, his hands tight on your thighs. You could see his tongue as it came out, slowly licking you, teasing you. You let out another nervous breath. 

Claude squeezed your throat now, fingers coming up, pinching your nose lightly and just like that, you couldn't breathe. It was a strange, almost panicky feeling. You wanted to immediately react, throw his hand off your nose, tap out and use your safe word. But you kept yourself from doing so and thought of the fuzzy feeling that you were having. 

You suddenly felt as though the feelings of Sebastian licking you up were heightened. Your cunt was immediately flooding with liquids and you came hard on Sebastian's' tongue, though you previously hadn't been as close. 

Claude released your mouth and nose, causing you to gasp dramatically for breath. Claude kept a tight hold on you as you struggled on your knees, still trying to come to terms with it. 

"Do you want to keep going?" Claude demanded fiercely. He was very protective of you and this kink had not been his idea, but Sebastians'. 

"Yes." You breathed out, gaining control of your breathing now. "It. . ." You were trying to figure out how to explain it and you couldn't, so you just said 'yes' again and left it at that. Claude surveyed you for another moment and then nodded. 

Sebastian pulled you away from Claude, sprawling you out on your back on the bed. He lifted your hips, thrusting into you, making you moan. Sebastian's hand covered your nose and mouth, pressing down hard so that you couldn't breathe. Claude hovered nearby so that he could watch you and Sebastian. 

It was such an overwhelming, light-headed feeling. He was fucking you harshly while you couldn't breathe. You couldn't even explain the feeling of your lungs fighting for air that you weren't and couldn't receive, while simultaneously feeling like your body was on fire in pleasure. 

Your body jerked, needing air, but Sebastian only pressed tighter against your mouth and nose. Claude's eyes were flicking between the two of before Sebastian demanded "cum" and you came without even realizing that you were on the brink of release. His hand moved away immediately, air swooping down your lungs in huge gulps. The mixed relief in your lungs with the overwhelming pleasure your body was riding on seemed to lengthen your orgasm. 

Claude had pulled you into his arms once more, this time so you were straddling him, sinking down on his cock. He pinched your nose first as you started to ride him, moving yourself up and down in rhythm to breathing through your mouth. 

This was slightly more uncomfortable, since your breathing sounded heavy in your ears. Claude released your nose, letting you breath fully again, using his demon speed so that you were suddenly under him, legs pushed back so your knees were against your breasts. 

"Oh~" You cried out, moaning a little, before Sebastian pinched your nose and covered your mouth again. Claude's hand tightened around your throat as he pistoned into you. This time, you barely even noticed you were unable to breathe, instead completely pliable between them as the pleasure overwhelmed you. 

It took about twenty-five seconds before your lungs were screaming again, but this time you didn't pay any attention to it, white spots dancing in front of your eyes. Hands were off of you as you careened over the edge, lungs filled with air once more. 

You realized you were fighting to stay conscious and slumped forwards into Claude's arms, finally noticing that he had pulled you into his arms, body still sunk down on his cock. 

"There we go pet." Claude whispered softly, tapping your cheek lightly with a glass of water. The condensation trickling down your cheek to the corner of your lip. He tipped the glass at your mouth, which you sucked up greedily, draining the glass in ten seconds. "Hi." He whispered as you looked at him again. 

You smiled a little and then became a little surprised, noticing the time on the wall. "Wow, I didn't realize so much time passed." You murmured, "It felt like everything happened within five minutes." 

Claude nodded, stroking your cheek. "I'm just glad you didn't black out at all. I'm not sure I can do the play again. It. . ." He hesitated, looking for the right word, but then softly admitted, "scared me I suppose is the best fitting word. If you want to do it with Sebastian, I'll monitor, but I don't think I can cause you harm like that, regardless." 

"That's okay." You said, kissing his cheek, before snuggling into his shoulder. "You don't have to do anything you don't want. But thank you for doing it tonight." 

He gently stood up, letting his cock fall out of you, before dashing to the bathroom where a tub of heated water sat. "Go ahead and fall asleep kitten." Claude whispered softly. "I've got you." 

You rested your head against the cool tiled wall behind you and did just that.

[fanfictionsworld]

I had an idea for Sebastian x reader.

Sebastian is protective of female reader more than usual because Claude is after her after smelling her soul once.

Y/N tells Sebastian to turn her into a demon. Sebastian doesn't want to lose her to mortal death and this way she won't die and Claude won't be able to smell her soul anymore

Great idea i like it,so i am back its been a while so i hope i live to the expectation,hope you like it anon

Sebastian knew the trancy butler Claude was hooked on the smell of your soul.It disgusted him.How dare he,not only was his after his masters soul and now you,he never felt such wrath.

You felt the same way,Claude was creepy and had this stare that sent shivers down your spine,and you knew that this did not go unnoticed by Sebastian.So every time Sebastian,the young master and you visited the Trancy estate you would always stay close to Sebastian.

So when the fight between them broke out because of you.You asked Sebastian something that you never thought of asking him.To turn you into a demon.You liked that your human,but if this fighting keeps continuing someone is going to get killed.

Sebastian was a bit shocked at the request,never expecting to hear that from you,it did arouse him a bit when you asked him,but he hid it very well.He was also concerned for you,knowing how much you loved being human.He alwasy dreamed of seeing you grow old and he always told you that he did not care if you did grow old he would love you still.But explaining to him that this would be good because not only would she be toghether with him,but also Claude would not try to harm her anymore,so Sebastian agrees.

Darkness falls around you and Sebastian his ture from showing,he asks before he preforms the ritual if your completely sure and that once he does this there is no going back.Yes falls of your lips and the darkness consumes you and you pass out.

Upon opening your eyes you see Sebastian standing above you helping you up.You fell hungry,you fell this enormous powers in your veins,you want to kill something your eyes glowing red as you set your sites on the trancy butler.

[almondmilkcleanser]

𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖘 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒☾ ☽𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 - O1

■ ` ♡ characters / fandom ; f!reader x sebastian michaelis + Claude faustus

■ ` ♡ tw ; TBD ; dominance ; dirty talk ; cumming inside + more ;MINORS DNI

■ ` ♡ word count ; 3k +

■ ` ♡ a/n ; YEAP! ITS A MINI SMUT SERIES! - I want to try my hand at mini smut series’ since I’ve been getting a lot o questions on continuing smut plots. So… enjoy! excuse any mistakes. I’ll add the aesthetic fluff later, I just wanted to get this out to y’all. If you prefer the entire post in one and not bite-sized chapters, let me know!

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You checked your calendar before leaving home, dreading the horse and carriage ride in advance. It was the Summer time, and although the family plans should have canceled with the passing of the Phantomhive adults, your father saw it most important to uphold the circumstantial promise bestowed between him and the late head of the phantomhive manor.

"Hmph!" You turned up your nose, pretending to be so devastated that you were to stay with your future business partner, Ciel, for the summer so you two can become familiar with joint business transactions and recreational activities.

"What's the point of continuing with this endeavor?" you brattishly voiced your disagreement with your father as he peered out the window in excitement. You cocked your eyebrow at him, wondering if the trip was supposed to be for you or for him.

"Now now, y/n, you're going to love it. You'll meet Ciel and you'll learn his practices, so when I die you'll be sword sharp and wont sink my business into the ground!"

Sucking your teeth, you opted out of a response and instead pouted out the window. Why bother you thought to yourself. His mind was already made up and since you were daddy's only child you had no say so in the direction of your future after you turned 18.

He entertained your mother's requests by having you in the finest of ballet and etiquette classes, but now that you've grown into a mature young woman it was time for you to learn the ins and outs of the real world. According to your father at least.

Seeing the manor across the horizon, you straightened up to get a good look at your chambers for the summer. How quickly you would have preferred to go horseback riding in Paris with your cousins or even travel to Italy with your aunt. But noooo you had to stay cooped up in a house with a complete stranger. And- who were these people outside of the manor?

"Daddy, it looks like there's more people here." you pointed out. Your father seemed to have caught wind of the strangers as well.

"How odd." he said, squinting his eyes to better focus on the figures.

"You would think after all this time the young master may have grown. I could have sworn you two were only a year apart."

"Daddy!" You scoffed, rubbing the bridge between your nose in frustration. "If you wanted me to babysit you should have just told me! Now i'm here spending the summer with a ch-"

"Enough of that now." Your father silenced your bickering, his eyes never leaving the manor's entrance. He saw the young master, sure , but he didn't expect him to be accompanied by two butlers and a young blonde haired boy the size of a young teenager...

"And to think," you sighed, dropping your chin in the palm of your hand with a longing pout. "I could be eating grapes out of the hand of my Italian lover right about now."

"Italian lover!!" Your father barked, his eyes burning into you as a father would, but your eyes were too affixed on the flickering trees passing you two as you inched closer to the Phantomhive manor.

Worst summer ever you thought to yourself.

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"Ah, Ciel!" your father jeered, opening his arms wide to embrace your cousin Ciel in a large hug. You remained in the carriage, frustrated, bored, and dare you say it, intimidated.

Not only was it an irrevocably still short Ciel, but now there were two brooding butlers standing alongside him with some... weird, blonde child. He kept spinning in circles around the other off putting butler and the one who seemed to be designated to Ciel just stood there with a smile, occasionally glancing your direction.

You huffed inside of the carriage, crossing and uncrossing your legs anxiously. You would absolutely have your father's head when you returned for the summer. He didn't even notice you were still in the carriage, your suitcase still nestled under your feet. As an act of rebellion, you settled for pants, a dress shirt and overalls, completely shielding your feminine attributes from plain sight. This was a business partner, afterall, not a suitor to be married.

"I guess my pouting won't get me anywhere. And besides, I'm star- !"

The carriage doors flung open and there stood the first butler, his angular face and brown eyes curiously peeking inside of the carriage. Your father, steaming in the face, peered over the butler's shoulders, his brows furrowing together in silent frustration.

"Does the lady need to be carried?" he asked.

"Need to be carried?" You huffed, turning up your nose. "I can help myself out, thank you." You reached for your suitcase only to be halted by the butler's hands mid-motion. The other butler and his blonde companion looked at you, watching your moves intently. The blonde one seemed to grow weary of you and continued to circle the butler, singing some made-up nursery rhyme.

"Claude! She seems to be a brat. Heh hehe, what a handful she will be to Ciel, don't you think?"

The butler named Claude said nothing but shifted his glasses upwards, his golden eyes quickly glancing at you then back at the young boy.

"Don't be so brash, Alois." protested Ciel, fixing his shirt collar with a confident smirk. He strolled up to the carriage, leaning inside to greet you with a smile.

You didn't remember him having an eyepatch before either..

"Cousin Y/N," Ciel said, "How time has flown since we've last met. Why don't you come down and get settled, I'm sure the journey here must have exhausted you. I know my humble abode," he extended his hand towards his mansion then back at you, "isn't quite the Summer retreat in Italy as you so have hoped," Your face instantly grew hot. Did your father run his mouth to guilt you?!

"But I assure you, Sebastian," the butler Sebastian nodded at you, his eyes never leaving yours, "And our accompanying butler, Claude," Claude shifted his eyes at Ciel, you, and back at Ciel as he spoke, "will see to it that all that you need and want are provided."

"Because we wouldn't be the Phantomhive Manor if we failed to deliver substantial hospitality to future business partners." he winked at you before walking away, making you roll your eyes in your head.

Sebastian reached for your suitcase with one hand, and for your hand with the other, smiling warmly at you.

"I'd hate for the lady to slip and fall stepping down from such a high carriage." You looked at his hand, then at him, scoffing aloud.

You scooted out of your seat, bypassing Sebastian's gesture and hopping down from the carriage yourself. With a huff, you walked up to your father, gave him a soft peck and walked ahead to the manor without saying much else to anyone.

But you could feel Ciel, your father, Sebastian, and Claude's eyes burning a hole in your back.

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"I see the integral design of this place hasn't changed..." you mentioned. Your eyes scanned the entirety of the grand hall down to the descending stairwell into the actual manor, and nothing has changed. It was a similar feeling to time standing completely still.

"Father-" your eyes wavered back to your dad who was, without a doubt, pissed off with you. He pulled in his lips, blowing out fumes of smoke from his ears. Ciel and Sebastian looked your direction, both of their expressions muted. The strange butler and the blonde-haired boy bore their expressions on the front line for all to see. They weren't amused or impressed by you by the least.

It instantly made you uncomfortable, making you halt any further remarks.

"My Lord, if it is alright with you," Sebastian, with your luggage still in his hand, looked over at Ciel with a smile.

"I'll guide the lady to her room for her extended stay." your father nervously looked your way, then Ciel's, then to the butler.

"O-only if she-"

"Its fine." you interrupted. You didn't even look back at your father as you stood at the base of the stairs, arms crossed, looking towards the direction1' of the bedroom chamber hall.

"Lead the way." Sebastian, amused by your sudden change of decorum, proceeded to walk ahead of you with you following a few feet behind.

"I'll be sure to write, father!" You called out, your back still to him. Your father watched Sebastian's cheerful expression as he opened the chamber doors for you, silently hoping you'd be your usual self and make a remark just so he'd know you were okay with this decision for you to stay with your cousin. But you didn't, and it baffled him greatly.

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"i'm sure I don't have to inform the lady of the design layout ," sebastian mused, his smile never leaving. it was getting to grow on your nerves just how... chipper he was from the beginning to now. you didn't say much, instead you looked ahead and walked.

Sebastian took hint of your silence with a raised eyebrow. secretly, it relieved him that you didn't want to talk. He would take the silence with ease in consideration of all the babbling he had to do on a day to day basis.

both of your shoes clicked against the polished floors. your eyes danced across the family portraits littered down the halls, secretly sending a prayer to the fallen phantomhive adults. you stopped in front of the Vincent Phantomhive, taking him in bit by bit. Sebastian, visibly uncomfortable, gazed at the portrait glaring down at him with a mischievous smirk. like it knew something you or him didn't.

"It's almost uncanny," you looked at Sebastian whose eyes never seemed to move away from yours. "You look just like him," you referred to Vincent. His eyes snaked at the portrait, then back at you. You could hint the slight twitch in his eyebrow, but he covered it with a grin.

"The Master said quite the same thing. I'm actually flattered. I hear he was a handsome man when he was alive." You didn't respond. Instead, you looked at Vincent one last time before moving forward down the hall.

Sebastian's eyes looked over at you while yours were ahead. You couldn't put your finger on it but the entire manor just felt... off. With a yawn and a stretch of your limbs mid-stride, you decided to let it lay for the day.

"Is the lady tired?"

"Apparently so. How much farther till I get to my room?" Sebastian coincidently stopped in front of two large doors.

"We've actually just arrived. Pardon the distance, the Young Master wanted you to have one of the best rooms in the house to make you feel at home." That was fine and all, but why so far?

Sebastian opened the doors to your room, your luggage still securely latched around his arms and shoulders. You stepped inside in awe. Nothing has changed but everything looked... so pristine.

You glanced back at Sebastian who was still standing in the doorway, waiting on your command or your dismissal. He was.. so weird. You fluffed your hair, massaged your neck and turned around to grab your luggage off of him. He looked a little dumstruck, but you didn't care. You spent almost 3 hours looking at trees, empty plains, and horses. To look at another in its mouth didn't bother you too much.

"I think that'll be all for now. Sebastian, was it? I should be able to take care of myself from here." You didn't wait for him to leave to begin unpacking.

This definitely wasn't Italy, but at the least the mid-day nap you were anticipating to have once Sebastian left soothed your irritations for a little bit. As you unpacked your clothing article by article, you could still feel his presence behind you. But when you turned around, like a ghost, he was gone.

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"I know its been about a week since you've been here, but I just can't help but say it again: its such a pleasure to see you again after so long, Y/N" Ciel cheerfully raised his tea in the air towards you. He took a small sip and placed it back on the saucer in front of him, his lips slowly transitioning from a frown to a chipper grin. Sebastian took note, grabbed the cup and walked out of the room into the adjacent kitchen. It made you wonder about this.. arrangement the two had and why did the butler look so much like his late father.

After so many years, you would have thought that Ciel might have.. matured. You remember how short he was when you two last saw eachother. Aren't boys supposed to grow at least an inch every year? He looked.. just the same.

When Sebastian returned, he removed your old cup and placed a new one on Ciel's side. When he tried to place a new one at your side, you held your hand up in protest.

"No thank you." Sebastian nodded silently, his mouth curved into a frown for a split second before straightening into a neutral disposition. You crossed your legs and cleared your throat. The silence of this manor weirded you out. And the feeling of someone watching you in your sleep made it hard for you to even get a good night's rest!

"So, Ciel," you began. "I'm sure I owe you an apology for how I came to the manor in the previous week." Sebastian's eyebrow raised. "And I can assure you, you have my deepest apologies. It was inappropriate for me to be a guest in your home with my arrogance." You leaned your body on one side of the enormous loveseat. You gracefully crossed your hands over eachother along with your legs, a Cheshire grin spreading across your face.

But, the truth was, you fucking hated it. The meetings, the morning strolls on the horses, the uncanny understimulation on a day to day basis between Sebastian and Claude. They moved around like little obedient dogs and it annoyed her spirits to no end! Where was the conflict? The action? Where was the fun?

You sent letters to your father, requesting an immediate end to this abhorrent imprisonment he called a summer retreat. Feh! You could spit on that word.

Ciel said nothing. He took his cup of tea to his lips, closed his eyes and sipped slowly. He was concentrating on something. But nobody knew exactly what. You flicked at the lint nervously as the silence crept up. The tension was building so much that you nearly jumped out of your seat at the knock on the door.

"Let them in, Sebastian."

"Yes, My Lord."

-

He moved like he was walking on water. His black tuxedo nearly floated behind him. And as he walked past, you could feel a chill. It unconsciously made you rub your arms to get warm.

"Ah! Sebastian! What took you so long?" Were they still here? You only saw them twice since arriving last week!

"Is she in here? Oh- she is!" Alois' voice dropped down into a whisper. "Claude, she is! She looks so beautiful. For someone with a dirty mind she surely looks stunning!"

Your palms grew sweaty and your stomach dropped. What the hell did he mean by that?

Your fingers recoiled into your palm. You could feel the stickiness build up in your hand but every time you reached for your napkin to wipe, it was bone dry.

"Sebastian, if you will." The young Lord put his cup on the table and extended his hand outwards with his palm up. He leaned onto the armrest of his own chair, cheek retaining on hs opposing balled up fist. You looked over at Alois and Claude who sat on the opposing couch. Alois looked incredibly amused while Claud remained stoic, unimpressed, annoyed.  When you snuck a glance at him, he shifted his glasses upwards, looking back at you.

"Um," you swallowed. "Ciel, I- I thought this was a private meeting between family. Care to explain why an outside butler is here in our conversation?"

"Ouuu, she's tough." Alois whistled. Claude made something of a grunt in response.

Sebastian stood next to Ciel, proud in posture and in poise. In his hands were bundles of paper wrapped neatly in twine. He handed the stack of papers to Ciel. Returning to his position with a smile.

"Ahem," Ciel patted the stack of papers on his knee. "I understand with you being an adult woman now, you don't find too much joy hanging out with a young boy as myself. You see," he flipped through the papers for a few moments his polished fingers carefully fingering the sheets like they were bound to break if he were to apply too much pressure.

"I think it says here," He glanced at the smiling Alois and unphased Claude and then back at you.

"Dearest Father, I think you have mistaken me for the naiive little girl with bows in her hair and dirt in her knees that once found joy in roaming the flowerbeds with my boy cousin."

How did he-

"To subject me to staying with the Phantomhives for the entirety of the summer is beyond punishment enough. I know why you truly sent me here, it's because of the rumors spreading across the land. And I have to say father, a shame on you for believing the help."

What the-

"For all you know, father, they are plotting against you and I in spite and jealousy so you may remove me from being the next line in command whenever the date of succession comes. I hope this letter finds you well and my request to come home is well received. I miss you and our beloved dog, Snuffles. Please, come and rescue me from this dreadful abundance of redundancy at once."

"Love yours, Y/N."

You bunched your dress in your hands, your cheeks burning to the touch.

"How did you even get those, Ciel?" You spat. "That's an invasion of a woman's privacy, you know!"

Ciel nonchalantly turned the paper facedown, completely ignoring your question. Instead, he fingered for another letter that looked to be tinted a shade of pink.

Oh no. No no no-

"Ahem,"

"Oh, this is the one, Claude. Listen listen~" Alois giggled.

"My dearest love. I'm afraid to write your name in this letter, but may you know firsthand that this letter is for you. How I wish I could see you, my love and be in your arms again."

"You can only imagine how my heart broke knowing that we would not have our moment in Italy under the stars like back at home. How I miss your eyes, your smile, how warm you make a woman feel in spaces that she didn't know were Ali-"

"Give me those, you little brat!" You jumped from your chair and charged at the young master, but Sebastian was just too quick. He held you up by your arms, making you tiptoe just to feel the ground.

"Ah! What's the meaning of this? Sebastian, let me go!" You wiggled your body back and forth, spouting obscenities as Ciel continued to read with zest.

"The way you caress my skin brings goosepimples to my flesh. The way you showed me how to use my mouth to please you, I dare not to try with another man. I feel warm to the touch just writing this to you, My Love. Can you feel it, too? Can you imagine my lips on your neck, singing soft melodies to your flesh with my tongue, where I orchestrate the most beautiful-"

"Enough!" Sebastian chuckled to himself at the redness in your face and the flush in your fingers.

He leaned closer to your ear. "I'm sure you can imagine that it just progressively more descriptive as the letter goes on. Claude and I found it extremely fascinating that-"

"Oh, shut up, Willow Tree!" Everyone's eyes darted at you. Sebastian frowned, gripping your wrist tighter. You didn't see it, but it was something in Sebastian's face that made Ciel bark at him.

"Enough of that, Sebastian. Remember who's in charge." He loosened his grip, sighing to himself.

"Yes, My Lord."

Annoyed with it all, you started to wiggle again.

"Is this how you treat all of your guests!? Wait till my father hears of this. You and our partnership is through you hear me? Through!"

"Hm, not quite." Ciel interjected. "You see, the stipulations of your inheritance to the family corporation is that you stay true to your femininity until marriage. And by the contents of this letter," he pat the letter with the back of his hand a few times. He threw it to the table and Alois grabbed it, giggling at its contents.

"That qualifies as a breach in contract. So, with all of that being said. How do you propose we keep your secret hidden and my hand in the business firmly planted?"

"Let her go, Sebastian." He released you, making you massage your wrists in pain.

"So, Y/N. What's your plan?" You looked at Ciel, Claude and Alois and Sebastian with a flush. Before you'd let this manipulative little brat get the better of you, you stormed out of the room back to yours, knocking over a glass vase in the process.

Sebastian eyed Ciel, his eyes flickering red.

"What do you say we do, My Lord?"

Ciel tapped his chin for a minute. He smiled to himself, reaching for his tea to sip.

"You and Claude work on the negotiations. Alois and I have business of our own to take care of."

END OF PART ONE — NEXT CHAPTER

I TAG:

@chrollohearttags

@muvaginger

@two-pounds-of-crab-legs

@koshhin

@preciousamethyst

[imakequestionablelifedecisions]

The things I would let this man do to me

[stitched-mouth]

Trancy Manor Masterlist

Anyone you see missing here are characters I don’t write for.

Codes

🦋 = Headcannons

💄 = Fem Reader

☘️ = GN Reader

🌷 = Fic

🖤 = Angst

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✨= Fluff

🌚 = NSFW

Claude Faustus

To Be Continued…

The Triplets

To Be Continued…

Hannah Annafellows

To Be Continued…

[emikoharuko]

OMGGG

Such a delicious meal tysm🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

“I Wish For What’s Forbidden”

Sebastian x Fem!Reader x Claude smut

Warnings: threesome, corruption, seb jerking off claude, mirror, breeding, fingering, backshots, penetrating, cussing

wc: 2.5k (lololol)

A contract. That’s all it was supposed to be: just a contract. A demon alongside a human did not exist. Two parallel beings— without a doubt, there could be no human and demon it was always human then demon or vice versa.

You were different from the other humans Sebastian had business with throughout his time in history. Your eyes were different from all those he’s captured a glimpse of. A sort of rage and longing resides in the dunes trapped in your irises. Eyebrows having a furrow to them along with a sweet yet pained frown on your face when you were upset. Which you’ve been more often according to Sebastian’s observation. It wasn’t unusual for a human to get swayed away or distressed but it was foreign to Sebastian seeing you in a constant state of tension…agitation.

 The lines in his contract emphasize prioritizing his master’s pleasure. Providing you with what you wish for was his duty as your butler and as the one to consume your soul. It was a vow he made to himself to cherish every bit of your soul. To preserve it. To save it for later. He considered himself lucky to encounter such a human— a soul so fulfilling and delectable for his tainted soul. Simply, you were the human every demon desired. 

Claude Faustus on the other hand was well aware of the temptations your soul attracted. He smelled it— frankly, he, too, wouldn’t mind a taste. He found you utterly impossible, though. Handling your volatile soul was something he almost praised Sebastian for doing so well.

Gold irises glanced at Sebastian’s tall stance, descrying the way he watched you dance with a hint of posessiveness. Sebastian notices with a grin on his face, striding towards Claude. 

���It’s pleasant to see you tonight,” Sebastian crooned. 

“Likewise,” Eyes slowly trailing down your figure, watching a man’s hand slithering to your waist.

“I see the way you watch her,” Sebastian placed a finger on his lips in thought “I’m sure you’d understand why I–”

“Crave her? I get it.” Claude interrupted, watching your hips sway so sensually with the rhythm of the instruments.

“Oh?” Sebastian raises a brow “That makes it easier for me, then.”

Claude turns to Sebastian who slid off his gloves hands. “You see, my lady she hasn’t been feeling the best,” 

“Go on.” Claude knew exactly where this was going, he mirrored Sebastian— discarding his gloves.

“Thought we could help her soul…ripen it,” Make it sweeter Sebastian wanted to say “Say, how about we make a deal ourselves?” 

Though hesitant, Claude was undeniably hypnotized by the scent of your soul “Deal.”

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You gasp, fluttering your eyes shut from the sensation of Sebastian’s cold— ungloved hands trailing down your bare back. Frigid long fingers tracing shapes on your soft skin. You were undressed, pressed between two clothed— tall, beautiful men.

“Well, aren’t you so eager, m’lady?” his words were teasing, sending shivers down your spine “Isn’t that right, Claude?”

“Certainly,” Claude’s deeper— colder voice whispered into the shell of your ear. His warm hands massaged your tense shoulders causing you to throw your head back onto his broad shoulders— eyes locking, you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach. Considering his displeased look whenever you were around, this was a different side of him which was rather attractive. 

Taking his opportunity upon seeing your bare neck, Sebastian brings his hot mouth leaving wet kisses on your neck— sucking on the flesh of your skin until there was slight bruising. His hands find your perky tits, squeezing and pinching your nipples— your mouth parts, soft moans of relief come out of you. 

“You’re doing good, Miss— making such pretty noises for us.” Sebastian’s hot breath fanned your glossed-up face, you whimpered in response, grinding up into his tall frame for some friction but he pushed you into Claude who dragged his clothed cock over your slit. Being captured between them, you were a helpless doll in their predator eyes. The wetness between your thighs grew when the two butlers clearly had intense tension that filled the room. Their glances between one another were suffocating— like a silent threat— telling one another something dirty. 

“Isn’t she so perfect, Sebastian?” Claude fondled the fats of your ass, the wetness of your cunt and ass made the lewdest, stickiest sounds you’ve ever heard as he continued kneading and squeezing your ass cheeks— clearly enjoying the embarrassed whines that came from you. 

Sebastian’s eyes held an animalistic glint, lowering his mouth down to your nipples, pinching and sucking on them, your body itself tasted sweet— the reflection of your soul. His mouth came out with a ‘pop’ sound once he was done swirling and circling his tongue around your sensitive nipple. The filth of having two men having their way with you was arousing as the tension in the room escalated. “Oh, what I’d do to taste your soul right now, m’lady.”

Claude let’s go of your now creamier, soaking ass cheeks that made plopping noises every time you moved. He sits down on the bed—manspread, patting you to sit on his lap, you hesitate knowing you would definitely leave a white stain on his dress pants. You turn to Sebastian whose hair is disheveled— different from his usual tidy look for guidance. Sebastian lightly pushes you onto him, Claude’s smooth hands clutching you in a painful, yet fiery hold. 

“Should, we entertain you a little, my gorgeous lady?” There was a hint of possessiveness in the way he said your pet name so deceivingly sweet “What do you say, Claude?”

Claude nods, effortlessly lifting you off his lap, you were sat on the edge of the bed— leaving a trail of your slick on Claude’s lap and onto the expensive mattress. Your eyes widen at the sight of Sebastian slowly undressing Claude, tie in his mouth, his fingers work down unbuttoning Claude’s white shirt, revealing his toned, spotless frame. Muscles on his back flexed as he peered back to make sure you were watching. Sebastian grabbed Claude’s hands, guiding Claude down his body until Claude’s hands were tugging at Sebastian’s shirt. 

Sebastian tsked “Tsk tsk tsk, not yet,” 

At that, Claude growled more to himself than to Sebastian, growing impatient for some sort of touch. Sebastian caged Claude between his arms, kneeling down until their faces were centimeters apart, licking his lips, Sebastian brushes his lips over Claude’s. You watch, amazed, turned on as their lips collide in a sloppy kiss, both moaning into each other’s mouths. Sebastian’s tongue delved into Claude’s mouth, it was all teeth and tongue— and so wet you could hear the spit between them smacking against their lips with each passionate bite. Claude pulled away, cheeks flushed red, eyes widening in shame when he saw a string of spit connecting between their mouths. Sebastian’s eyes find you, imprisoning you in a trance. Tufts of his hair fell over his face— forehead gleaming with sweat under the gold light of the bedroom.

“You like seeing this?” Sebastian pushes Claude onto the mattress earning a hiss “You like when I touch him like this?”

Sebastian raised a brow, putting on a show for you; straddling Claude’s lap as both his hands came around Claude’s throat choking him, Claude struggled against Sebastian’s unyielding grasp, gasping and grabbing onto Sebastian’s hands for release. 

“What is it, Claude?” Gosh, they were enjoying this, weren’t they? Claude clawed at Sebastian's arms moaning like a mess. Your thighs close shut practically begging for something to touch you too.

“Seb-Sebastian p-please–” Claude choked, his cock straining between his pants. Sebastian obeys releasing his hold on Claude’s throat, eyes enjoying the red marks he left on Claude. 

“Watch this lady l/n.” Sebastian cooed, hand lowering down to the bulge growing in Claude’s pants, he squeezed it— Claude groaned, glaring up at Sebastian.

His words were like a demand. Claude’s breaths staggered as Sebastian helped him pull his angry, leaking cock out. You bite your lips noting the vicious girth of his cock, the image of him splitting you open wracked your brain as you whimper watching Sebastian smear the precum all over Claude’s twitching cock. “Keep your eyes on us, m’lady.”

“Hngh- Sebastian–” Claude gasped, throwing his head back from the burning sensation of Sebastian's balled hands pumping up and down on his length. 

Sebastian's skillful hands stroked Claude’s shaft, palming his length with each ragged exhale from Claude, Claude gripped Sebastian’s shoulders, twitching— release nearing with each agonizingly good pump. Claude hated it. He hated how good Sebastian was at making Claude lose his breath with just his hands. He’d have to get back at him soon.

“Oh fuck— shit— Sebastian…this was not in the contract–” Claude’s stomach muscles clenched, tears brimming the corners of his eyes as he chased his release with Sebastian’s lubed-up palms. 

“What? Aren’t you enjoying this? Your dick tells me otherwise,” Sebastian squeezed his hands, hard around his length, making Claude whimper out in pleasure until he was finally ejaculating with a shudder— all over Sebastian’s hands. His jaws clenched, eyes glued shut in utter disbelief, taking in the pleasure shooting through him. White globs of his thick cum spurting out of his tip. You needed it in you. 

You find yourself circling your clit with the sight but Sebastian forces it away. Tilting your chin up to look at him, capturing you in a heated, slippery kiss. Tongue exploring your mouth, urging out the taste of your soul, hands clawing on his shoulder as you grew putty under his touch. Claude’s hands working up your thighs, reminding you, that he was there too, and soon, you’d have to deal with both of them. You cry out when Sebastian smears your wetness all over your sopping cunt, his fingers finding their way into the bundle of nerves, working precisely in playing with your clit. Claude’s thick digits work alongside Sebastian, his fingers sliding into your clenching cunt. 

“Oh! Right there, Claude— Sebastian— right there!” You didn’t know who to encourage when both were working so well in pleasuring you.

Claude’s digits curving into your walls, Sebastian’s fingers flicking and pinching your clit. You grab onto Sebastian’s arm and Claude’s shoulder, nails digging in both, in an attempt to compose yourself. You cried out nearing your orgasm from the ministration of Sebastian’s fingers and Claude’s knuckle being deep in you. Abdomen clenching as you squirt all over the bedsheets and the two men eyeing you, hungrily. 

“Shall we?” Sebastian nods to Claude who is getting behind you, his hands finding the sides of your arms.

“We shall.” Claude leans onto the bedframe, popping you on his thighs, inches away from his still hard and leaking cock. Sebastian gives a sweet smile, slowly and seductively undressing himself. He took his sweet time, amused with how you and Claude watched, impatient— starved. 

“Think we’ll be able to fit her Claude?” Sebastian muses, positioning himself between your things with a predatory look in his eyes glazed with lust and adoration all at once. You felt small under the eyes of both butlers— demons. The realization hits. You were being fucked by demons. 

“We’ll make it fit.” Claude spat on his cock to lubricate it. 

Sebastian pushes the head of his cock past your entrance, tears brim your eyes from just the stretch, you grow anxious when you feel Claude position himself behind you— gulping hard at the lewd imagery across you in the mirror. The room was stuffy; thick, sweaty yet saccharine atmosphere— that of a demon clashing with a human. It smelled of sex.

Without a warning Claude slides in with a low grunt feeling your hot ass clamp down on him, he bit the bottom of his lips to muffle the almost whine that was threatening to slip out. Sebastian smirks, pushing himself in past your creamy folds, and he bottoms out slowly— painfully. The three of you moan in unison, grabbing onto one another.

You because both your tight holes were getting split apart with two huge cocks. The other two cause they could feel each other inside of you. Convulsing into them with each synchronized thrust— you sob out their names, words slurring, mind hazy. 

“So fuckin’ tight, madam.” Claude exhaled sliding in and out.

“Such a good girl,” Sebastian tapped your cheeks as a form of praise and also to make sure you were conscious “See how deep we are inside you?”

He pushes his hands onto your lower stomach reaching to the place where his dick was pumping through your warm, spongy walls. You twitch feeling him feel himself through your stomach. Was that humanly possible? 

“Ngh– too big!” You sobbed, eyebrows furrowed tongue lolling out with drool each time they both moved inside of your guts. Sebastian moaned, his sounds were heavenly, you almost came just from hearing his blissful sounds.

 “D-don’t stop,” you plead, throwing your head back onto Claude’s shoulders— he thrusted upwards into your organs. The two sweaty beings relished in the warmth of your womb and organs. Corrupting every bit of your being.

Their unbelievable length and dangerous grith stretched you open, deliciously. Watching the way their cocks disappeared into your body meeting one another inside of you. You felt used up, manhandled, limp— like you no longer had the power over your own body as they pounded into you from both sides relentlessly.

This— This was a demon’s true nature. Reasoning yourself was no good when you felt so ecstatic from each frantic thrust and vigorous rock of their hips. Their balls slapping onto your ass with loud smacks. Viscuous cocks slipping in and out of your dripping hole, you cry, hands finding stability on Sebastian's back— you moan into the crook of his neck.

Claude grabs your neck, turning your teary face to his— away from Sebastian. He kissed consuming your soul in another way, a lingering kiss that held a pinch of bittersweetness

“Let us take care of you, Ms. l/n.” Claude bit your bottom lip to savor the taste of your mouth. 

“So pretty and wet for us, m’lady, so… absolutely stunning.” Sebastian grabbed Claude's hair pulling him into another heated kiss, you whimper seeing how their jaws moved passionately as their mouths clashed.

Claude rocked into you one last time before thick spurts of his cum filled up your insides. Sebastian soon follows, filling you up with his white—precious cum, emptying himself in you with an unexpected moan. And you cum too, so good, milking Sebastian and urging Claude, three of your riding out your highs. The wet slaps of skin against skin echoed throughout the room and probably down the halls of your mansion. The smell suffocated your senses. 

“S-so good…” Sebastian’s breath hitched, his cock slowly pulling out with an embarrassing wet sound from your crying pussy. 

“Angh– I’m cumming more!” You look down teary-eyed at the white strings connecting the two of you with wide eyes.

“You did well, madam.” Claude moaned releasing all his cum into your butt. Your stomach felt so full of both their seed you sniffle feeling the slow drag of Claude’s cock inching out of your ass hole. Eyes looking back to see both your cum slathered all over his cock, abs, and your ass cheeks.

“You did perfect, hon.” Sebastian cups your face, embracing your shaking frame— and bringing you into a warm kiss, Claude joins from behind kissing down your neck, soothing the sides of your hips with languid circles of his thumb.

“Shall we reward you?” They both say in unison.

[lovelyfaustus]

do you do smut hcs? i would love to hear what you think claude’s cock would look like and what gets him turned on

i have headcanons for everything bae dw i gotchu!!!!

18+ hcs under the cut!!!!! (if ur a minor pls tread carefully)

claude faustus 18+ hcs!

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🕷️starting off strong, claude (being a demon n being able to change his body however he likes) gives himself about 9 inches in length, probably the same girth as a soda can (shit would stretch you tf out)

🕷️i can imagine the head of his cock probably being like a bruised pink color, while the base is the same color as the rest of his body

🕷️i don't imagine him having foreskin tbh

🕷️he does have a generous amount of pubic hair, but he keeps it trimmed and neat. he also has a happy trail from his naval to his groin (sexy tbh)

🕷️i think i've said this before in an old post of mine, but one of the things that turns him on is watching you touch yourself, calling out his name, begging him to touch you instead

🕷️has a hell of a fun time overstimulating you and edging you; those are def kinks of his

🕷️being a spider demon, he does have some sort of fetish with ropes or being tied up in general (only you though, he wouldn't like to be on the receiving end, i don't think)

🕷️i can imagine claude's cum being a little thick, but with barely any taste to it

🕷️he cums a LOT. like theres just so much cum; he likes creampies

🕷️his cum tastes like very diluted salt water, and he enjoys watching you swallow it

🕷️likes to cum on your face, and depending on how he's feeling, he will cum inside you

🕷️he knows his cock is big, he also knows that it stretches you, but he likes to watch you squirm while getting used to his cock inside you

🕷️while having sex, he would prefer a normal pace, but being very rough

🕷️likes to pull your hair

🕷️ALSO i just wanna add, he is a THIGH GUY🙏 (he also likes your chest, but thighs r where it's at for him. he doesn't care much for your ass)

🕷️this is kind of a general headcanon but i feel like he would prefer chubbier, curvier partners

🕷️LOVES love handles, he will grab them, hold on to them while thrusting into you, pinch them, squeeze them,etc. he just LOVES them

🕷️i can't picture him as someone who would go down on his partner too frequently, i don't see him as someone who would like head that often either

🕷️he will use toys, but probably only vibrators or some bondage stuff

🕷️he is very quiet during sex, most likely you'll only get a low chuckle out of him when he's touching you and overstimulating you

🕷️i feel like claude would probably like spanking

🕷️he will say things to you to arouse you and then leave you hanging until you catch him at some point during the day, begging him to fuck you

🕷️(that's all you have to say)

🕷️claude could honestly last an entire day without getting tired

🕷️he likes to smack your ass when going at it from behind

🕷️he LOVES hickeys as well, he will scatter then across your entire body, especially on your legs (thighs af) and your neck, along with some on your chest and stomach

🕷️i feel like he is very easy to turn on, honestly. he has a relatively high sex drive, but ofc would only have sex with you consensually

🕷️if you're not up for it, he'll probably go jack off somewhere private and very far away from anyone

[delicate-pointofview]

The Ice King and the Golden Boy

A sebaciel AU fanfiction by: @delicate-pointofview

Art by @vivi-ships (twitter and pixiv: @ ShriekingBeast)

Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warnings:

Graphic Depictions Of Violence || Rape/Non-Con || Underage

Categories:

F/M || M/M || Other

Fandom:

Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler

Relationships:

Sebastian Michaelis/Ciel Phantomhive || William T. Spears/Grell Sutcliff || Ada/Baldroy (Kuroshitsuji) || Angela Blanc/Sebastian Michaelis || Claude Faustus/Alois Trancy

Characters:

Ciel Phantomhive || Sebastian Michaelis || Alois Trancy || Claude Faustus || Joanne Harcourt || William T. Spears || Grell Sutcliff || Elizabeth Midford || Sieglinde Sullivan || Maurice Cole || Angelina Dalles | Madame Red || Diedrich (Kuroshitsuji) || Hannah Annafellows || Angela Blanc || Agni (Kuroshitsuji) || Undertaker (Kuroshitsuji) || Lau (Kuroshitsuji) || Tanaka (Kuroshitsuji) || Abbie (Kuroshitsuji)

Additional Tags:

Angst and Feels || Slow Romance || Mutual Pining || Slow Burn || Alternate Universe - Modern Setting || Alternate Universe - Human || Alternate Universe - Ballet || Kinky || Age Difference || Age Play || Corruption Kink || Grooming || Manipulative Relationship || Toxic Relationships || Eventual Relationships || Eventual Smut || Explicit Language || Minor Violence || Eating Disorders || Self-Harm || Self-Esteem Issues || Self-Hatred || Self-Discovery || Self-Doubt || Bullying || Light Bondage || Forced Feminization || Rape/Non-con Elements || Other Additional Tags to Be Added || Daddy Kink || Daddy Issues || Dead Dove: Do Not Eat || Human Sebastian Michaelis || Power Dynamics || Power Play || BDSM || BDSM Scene || Power Exchange || Dollification || collaring

Language:

English

Ustulation:

(n) A burning lust.

Ciel Phantomhive has just started his second year of training at the renowned London Ballet Company. Although being talented enough, he tends to dwell on self-depreciation, comparing himself to his colleagues. Alois Trancy stands out in this comparison, seeming to have all the abilities Ciel lacks. As the auditions for the new season begin, the young dancer believes that Alois will receive the best role. However, he gets shocked to discover he was chosen instead. Alois, who had never given much attention to Ciel, starts bullying him after the results. His self-image issues worsen and he falls into Claude Faustus clutches, who takes advantage of his vulnerability to seduce him. Ciel, in turn, starts rehearsing with Sebastian Michaelis. At first, the boy felt a great aversion towards him. But gradually melts the sour attitude, realizing his anger was a result of a giant will to be like the dancer and to possess him. Sebastian, however, felt a strong attraction for Ciel since the first time he saw him dance. The older primarily tries to get the boy to submit to his dominance. But the more he learns about that little bird, who is so beautiful and delicate, the more smitten he gets.

[sleepingdeath-light]

claude faustus + corrupting an angel s/o hcs ; 18+

requested by ; imakequestionablelifedecisions (19/08/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; claude faustus

outline ; “Can I have Claude Faustus x fem!angel reader who he slowly corrupts them overtime?

If you could also add overstimulate to it that would be great! ^^ luv your stuff!”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, corruption kink, overstimulation, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, referenced anal sex, some religious references (reader is an angel), slight pet name kink, sadism and masochism, bondage, pain play, sensation play, loss of virginity, implied masturbation (fem), mild blood kink, biting, dumbification, suspension, thigh riding, humiliation, degradation, praise, implied threesome (hannah is encouraged to use the reader’s body in one section), exhibitionism & voyeurism

note ; this got a lot longer than i intended at over 1.8k words, oops! hopefully i managed to keep claude in character here, but i haven’t seen season two in a good long while haha

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

claude’s obsession with you had begun long before he fell — back when his wings were white and he existed as a welcome equal amongst the heavenly choir — and had started off as completely innocent, with you always seeming to catch his eye when you’d fly past him on your daily rounds, as free as the birds that had been freshly formed and as graceful as the fluttering insects with wings of stained glass (they weren’t permitted to name them, as such duties were to be given to the lord’s newest, ‘perfect’, creation, but he knew that they were his favourites)

you were a passing fascination for him, so pure and innocent and devoid of any sinful urges that he couldn’t help but let his mind wander (wander to things that would have him shunned and banished should anyone else glimpse into his darkest fantasies) — but those thoughts were as far as it went for a long, long time

thousands of years, in fact, until the two of you crossed paths when he was in a contract with an obsessive teenager — when he was claude faustus and you were helping out at a convent one town over from the trancy estate (embodying the visage of a nun to hide your heavenly origins just as he took on the form of a butler in order to mask his demonic nature)

that was when those thoughts of sin and lust fully transformed into an overwhelming need to covet and corrupt you — to morph your innocent, virginal, angelic mind and desires to his own design and to use you until you were too far gone to ever see heaven again

he wanted — no, needed — to ruin you, and somehow you started to let him (whether you truly knew what you were inviting into your world or not he couldn’t say, but he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth)

claude started off slowly, with simple suggestions said in passing — things that he could easily pass off as common topics of conversation and genuine curiosity (it had been a long time since he’d seen an angel, after all, so such curiosity would have been understandable)

asking you about your attachment to humanity led to questions about lovers which then, naturally (or so he claimed), morphed into a conversation about physical intimacy and how different the expectations are between mortals and beings like you — how humans, in their supposed perfection, are permitted to have sex but angels, imperfect in form but granted a place in heaven, were forbidden from it

conversations about hobbies (knitting and gardening, mainly, as that is what he’d been doing at the time) turned towards how each of you relief stress and then, of course, masturbation — how it doesn’t even have to be born of sin and how he’d known many masters (and those around them) to use it simply as a method to calm down and relax after a long day

you’d innocently asked how he’d changed upon falling, having never seen a demon in all your years of living, and he’d used it as a perfect segue to compare each of your anatomy — letting his mask slip and showing you his true form (all spindly legs and piercing eyes) whilst encouraging you to stretch your wings widely, combining touches he knew were too intimate to be innocent but excusing them with a facade of ignorance and an appeasement of your own curiosity

pushing your boundaries, testing your limits, breaking down your sense of normalcy and propriety bit by bit until these perverse encounters and explicit conversations became mundane and routine — until you had enough seeds of doubt sowed in your mind that you started to seek him out of your own volition and privately consider everything his sinful lips had suggested

and he was there for it all, listening just out of sight with his lips curled upwards into a disgusting smirk and his golden eyes flickering with satisfaction as you explored your body for the first time — toying with your mortal vessel with such genuine curiosity and innocence that it took all he had not to go in and take you himself

that could wait; he needed you to come to him first

and before long you did actually end up seeking him out, shame rolling off of you in waves as you averted your gaze and asked for his help — whispering so quietly that no human would be able to recognise your voice as you meekly recalled each of the acts claude had mentioned to you, curious and innocent and perfectly corruptable as you practically fell into his arms

exactly as he’d hoped — but still he maintained his ‘perfect butler’ persona and graciously accepted your plea, instructing you to meet him somewhere private away from the estate (away from the other demons he worked alongside) before turning on his heel and going back to tend to his majesty

leaving you flustered and floundering as he let his mind wander to everything he intended to do to you — to everything you were going to let him do to you

how you had unknowingly given this arachnid sinner the perfect outlet to act out his darkest fantasies, practically offering your soul to him on a platter as you timidly asked (no, begged) for him to take you — but, of course, as an angel your words were far less blunt and crude than his

he’s gentle enough with you that first time — and the next few encounters after that — focusing on sensations and helping you adjust to the feelings that come with such intimacy whilst you sit on his lap with your back against his chest: massaging and preening your wings, caressing your sides and thighs over (and later under) your clothing, trailing his lips along the arch of your throat to the hem of your neckline (and then kissing along your palms and inner wrists), letting you explore the feeling of his gloves and then bare skin on your naked body, etc.

he’s unusually considerate, offering you praise and encouragement as you fluster and moan and buck into his hand as he toys with your pussy through your skirts — calling you a ‘good girl’ and his ‘pretty little butterfly’ and encouraging you to ‘be as loud as you like’, to let him ‘take care of you’ and other such phrases that have you relaxing against his body as he pleasures you

even teaching you how to masturbate so that you’re able to pleasure yourself whenever he asks — giving him a front row seat to your total acceptance of lust as your innocence fades away more and more each night you spend in his arms

but that was only the beginning as he helped you adjust to each basic sex act — holding your hand and massaging your waist when he lowered himself to his stomach and buried his face between your thighs (making you arch and scream and sob with that talented tongue of his until his face was soaked in your juices), going as slow as possible and using plenty of foreplay to ensure you had the best chance of adjusting quickly as he pushed his cock into your tight fluttering cunt, stimulating your ass whilst he fucked you until you were prepared enough to take him there too, etc.

determined and not quite gentle, but not as rough as usual as he guided you — getting you addicted to his touch and to pleasure so that you’d be more receptive of the ‘extreme’ and extreme things he enjoys when he starts to incorporate them

things like fingering your pussy and sucking on your clit until you’re seeing stars whilst he bites bloody deep marks across your chest and stomach — not stopping until you’re trembling, drooling, dumb and covered in cum and blood and tears and spit (too overstimulated to do much else other than twitch and cry and gasp whilst he used your spent hole to do whatever he wants)

things like using his durable webs to suspend you high in the air — your arms bound together at the wrists and your legs forced to spread as far as they can go, leaving you completely at his mercy as he fucked each of your holes as many times as he pleases (not stopping until you were completely stuffed with his seed and the bruises on your hips and thighs were just starting to blossom)

things like blindfolding you and having you kneel in the centre of a room with your wrists bound behind your back — stalking you like a predator to its pray as he makes you beg for him (using names like ‘master’ or ‘daddy’ depending on his mood) and only giving in when you’re in tears as you beg for him to fuck you dumb

things like bending you over his knee and pulling your undergarments down to your thighs as he spanks you over and over again — alternating between fingering your pussy and using all sorts of paddles, swatches, whips and even his own hands to swat your ass (making you count and thank him after each one)

things like mixing pleasure and pain so often that you start to conflate the two, whimpering and moaning every time he hurts you and seeking out pain when you ride him (be that his face or his dick) — giving him every excuse to act out his every sadistic urge as you became precisely what he wanted you to be

things like making you work for your pleasure when before he gave it freely — having you strip nude and ride his thigh (soaking through his uniform as you go, not that he cares enough about this contract to complain), begging for his attention whilst he degrades you and makes it clear to anyone in ear shot precisely how much of a ‘needy’, ‘sinful’, ‘pathetic ’ little ‘slut’ you are and how shameful it is for an angel to be begging a demon to fuck her

(and if he’s feeling cruel enough, he might just invite hannah in to the bedroom to pleasure you at his instruction — showing her just how pretty your pussy is and encouraging her to use you whilst you whimper and moan and lean into her touch, as obedient as ever whilst you’re used like a toy and spoken about like you’re not even there)

but only when he starts to see those patches of black in amongst the dove-white feathers of your wings is he satisfied and content enough to drop you completely — after all, what’s the fun in corrupting something that’s already ruined?

you were his toy, one that he played with for as long as he needed to and not a moment longer — you were corrupt now; he had nothing left to do other than to leave you wanting, that same stoic expression on his face as he returned to fulfil the final part of his contract with ‘alois trancy’

he is a demon after all, and demons don’t do commitment

… maybe the triplets will take care of you in his absence — if you’re willing to put up with their overt pervertedness, that is

[juliusceasersblog]

My rules/ fandoms I will write for!

Hello! I am Julia, I am a 20 y/o writer and AVID reader. I am apart of SOSOSOSO many fandoms! Here are fandoms I will write for. (Keep in mind that I am just getting started writing again. Please be patient and know that I am doing my best. I am still in uni so it may be hard doe me to upload as much as I'd like. Please please send me any and ALL requested for characters that seem appealing to you!!) But, here are some things I will NOT write for. Racism, homophobia, transphobia, incest, stepcest, necrophilia, somnophilia. I am writing smut and all you'd have to do for a certain character is dm me or request it !;)

Harry Potter.

Lucius Malfoy

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Wesley

George and Fred Wesley

Severus Snape

Luna lovegood

Draco Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy

Bellatrix Lestrange

Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Tony Stark

Loki Laufeyson

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Vision

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Miguel O'hara

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

Luke Skywalker

Leia Skywalker

Padmé Amidalla

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Han solo

Lando Calrissian

Rey

Kylo Ren

Diabolik lovers

Ayato Sakamaki

Laito Sakamaki

Kanato Sakamaki

Azusa Mukami

Shu Sakamaki

Kou Mukami

Yuma Mukami

Reiji Sakamaki

Cordelia

Ruki Mukami

Yui Komori

Subaru Sakamaki

Carla Tsukinami

Kou Mukami

Shin Tsukinami

Richter

Natasha, Pierre And the great comet of 1812

Pierre Bezukhov

Natasha Rostova

Marya Dmitriyevna

Fedya Dolokhov

Anatole Kuragin

Hamilton

Angelica Schuyler

Aaron Burr

Alexander Hamilton

George III

Marquis De Lafayette

George Washington

Peggy Schuyler

Thomas Jefferson

John Laurens

James Madison

Hercules Mulligan

Maria Reynolds

Eliza Schuyler

Philip Hamilton

Interview with the vampire

Lestat De Lioncourt

Louis De Pointe du La

Claudia De pointe du Lac

Aarmand

Santiago Loustat

Claudeline

HOND

Claude Frollo

Phoebus

Esmerelda

Arcane

Jinx

Vi

Sevika

Caitlyn

Jayce

Viktor

Silco

Ambessa Medarda

Wicked

Elpheba

Fieyro

The outsiders

Darry

Sodapop

Ponyboy

Dally

Johnny

Two-bit

Steve

Cherry

Marsha

Curly

Tim Shepherd

Angela Shepherd

Voltron

Axca

Romelle

Klance

Allurance

Gotham (2016)

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Bruce Wayne

Selena Kyle

Edward Nygma

AHS

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Lana Winters

Kit Walker

Jimmy Darling

Micheal Langdon

MPHFPC

Enoch O'connor

Alma Peregrine

Anastasia

Anastasia Romanov

Dimitryi

Gleb Vagonof

Black Butler

Alois Trancy

Ciel Phantomhive

Claude Faustus

Sebastian Michaelis

Invincible

Mark Greyson

Nolan Greyson

Samantha (Atom Eve)

Ghost B.C

Any of the papa's

Any of the ghouls!

UMBRELLA ACADEMY

Viktor Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

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October 6: Whips and Chains (Sebastian Michaelis, Claude Faustus) ❤️

Warnings: Whips, Chains, degrading, praise, biting, pet name, sir kink, teasing, blood kink, slight sex pollen

Copyright: I do not own Sebastian Michaelis, Claude Faustus, or any other Black Butler characters. I also do not condone any copying of this.

You watched the man in front of you warily, your hands above your head, cuffed in chains. He held a whip in his hand, which was not the one that you were used to. 

As a servant girl, you were used to being cruelly whipped by your master, whom you were owned by. Every mistake you made was paid by a few lashes and some spilt blood. Your master loved using it on you, loved hearing your sounds of pain. 

But recently, he had hired two new hands, both male, and both rather handsome. It seemed that now, he had put Sebastian in charge of your punishment. 

But the whip in Sebastian's' hands was thinner and seemed to be missing the barbed tip that the other, thicker one had. 

He had not hit you yet, had not laid a hand upon you. He was surveying you with pretty amber eyes, his long black hair hanging in front of his face. He was no longer wearing his butler uniform, but rather a black buttoned up shirt that he'd rolled up to his elbows, along with black slacks. 

"Strange choice of punishment kitten." Sebastian finally spoke, prowling around you like he was eyeing you for a meal. You knew you were trembling and he was savoring that. 

Was this another part of your punishment? The waiting. The anticipation. Unknowing when he was going to strike. Wondering how hard it was going to hit. 

Sebastian came closer and he reached out, running his fingers across your bare stomach. You hated being so exposed like this, but it was different somehow. Master always looked at you like a piece of meat, like one of the whores he would hire down in darkest corners of London. But Sebastian. . . he looked at you like a prize and you felt something pleasing in your chest. 

"Do you think you deserved to be punished?" He drew out the syllables on the last word, hissing the word into your ear. Something seemed to flutter in your chest. 

"Yes sir." You whispered. Did he think you were stupid? Did he think you would beg him not to punish you? You weren't stupid. You would deal with your punishment and get back to your job and try to be perfect. 

"Really?" He asked, walking around you again. "And what did you do to deserve this whipping?" 

He was playing games with you and it made you tingly. 

"Master said-" 

You gasped slightly as he grabbed your cheek. His hand was cool, yet somewhat soft. "What did you do?" He asked again. 

It had been stupid, really. Master had asked you to go and get the red wine. Vintage from 1578. You'd gone down, making sure to grab exactly what he had asked for. Except when you came up, he said it was the wrong brand and made a fool of you in front of his guests, pouring the perfectly good wine on top of your head so that the liquid poured down your body. 

Your clothes, which were also thin and revealing to begin with, became even more so, the entire room laughing as he threw the bottle at your feet, telling you to go and get the right one. 

Claude- the other butler that had been hired four months before Sebastian- was already in the wine cellar, handing you the bottle with a serious look on his face. After that, Master had ordered you into the room and now, you were here. 

You reiterated that quickly and quietly to Sebastian, wondering why he didn't just get on with the punishment. 

"Well that hardly sounds fair." Sebastian said, a thoughtful look on his face now. Before you knew what was happening, your wrists were free and you had fallen to your knees, catching yourself on your hands. You looked up at him in shock. 

He knelt down, the butt of his whip under your chin, tilting your head up. "Mark my words kitten. This tool in my hands gives great pleasure. . . when you ask. Only when you beg, will I use this on you." 

He stood up, your chin dropping, and he stalked from the room. 

Claude slid from the shadows, holding a new dress in his arms for you. You scrambled to your feet, shaking. You looked at Claude. "He- he didn't punish- Master will-" 

"-Not know." Claude said firmly, holding the dress out. "Now come to your senses. There is still work to be done." 

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Sebastian seemed to be making an effort to get you riled up throughout the rest of the week. Suggestive comments, teasing touches that were disguised as innocent helping hands, and worst (or best?) of all that nickname- kitten. 

You were aching hollowly for something from him, though you never said so. Even as you dripped for him, you kept an air of someone who wanted nothing to do with him, even going as far as to ignore him, whereas before you had been courteously polite. 

Claude seemed to be a silent supporter, a buffer for you when Sebastian became to much. Part of you appreciated it, knowing someone was there to keep things from escalating. Other times, you wished he hadn't, so that Sebastian could fuck you against the wall. 

You were at the end of your tether, sure that one of these days, he was going to make you snap and you'd screw up something important for Master. 

At the moment, you were in the study room with Master, waiting on him hand and foot. He was making notes on the piece of parchment in front of him while you waited in the corner of the room, standing perfectly still. 

"Kitten." 

You yelped, spinning, but there was no one behind you, though you felt a chill as though the wind had been blowing in the room. 

"Y/N!" Master snapped and you spun around again to face him, pale faced. 

"Sorry Master. I- I thought someone was behind me." You stuttered, resuming your still position, heart beating in your chest. 

There was no way for Sebastian to have been behind you. He hadn't entered the room- or exited it- nor had he come in any other way. Not to mention, your back was pretty much to the oak wall. In fact, you put your back against it now to reassure yourself that there was nothing there. 

After Master dismissed you, you hurried away to the kitchen to find something to eat, but slowed as you saw that the door to your punishment room was open, revealing nothing besides the red carpet that went over the stone floor, the rest hidden in darkness as no lights were on in there. 

The door was always closed, so for it to be open was plain suspicious. You hurried over to close it, before hesitating, flicking the light on and stepping inside. Looking around, nothing was out of place and there wasn't a soul in sight. 

You turned and screamed, Sebastian standing in front of you though you hadn't felt him behind you, nor heard him approach. 

Your back hit the wall, his hand clamped over your mouth, stifling the scream. Your heart thudded heavily in your chest as he smirked down at you. Your scream ran out and you struggled under him, while he back off slowly, though not giving you much space. 

"What a curious room to find you in kitten." He purred, running his tongue along the bottom of his lip. 

"Please." You begged, closing your eyes just in case he was going to reject you. You did not normally give in to such men but you had been wound up to much. You needed something or you were going to explode. 

"Oh kitten, I've been waiting so long for you to beg." Sebastian murmured, his lips suddenly touching your collarbone. You opened her eyes to watch him run his tongue up your throat. You whimpered, flinching a little as he bit into your skin, before sucking it into a possessive hickey. 

"What's going on?" You jumped as Claude's voice cut through the room. His tone had an edge of disapproval in it, his eyes taking in your cornered form. 

"Well my little plaything has asked so nicely to be whipped. Perhaps you would like to join in." Sebastian smirked. 

You let out a little gasp as there were suddenly chains in his hands and his body was positioned an inch further away from you. But that wasn't possible. How had he moved so fast? 

Claude closed the door while Sebastian locked the chains around your wrists, stringing your arms up towards the ceiling. Claude walked over and as Sebastian moved back over to the cupboard, he cupped your jaw. 

"Are you sure you want this?" His thumb ran across your cheek, before he ran his pointer finger against your lips. Your lips parted, your tongue flicking out to lick his fingers. He smirked just the slightest and murmured, "Verbal answer Kit." 

"Yes sir." You murmured.

"I already told you she wanted it." Sebastian said in the slightest of annoyed voices. You jumped, arms jerking against the cold metal. Claude placed his hands on your hips, steadying you and gave Sebastian an equally annoyed look. 

"You haven't even informed her on what you are. You should give her the courtesy of that before you scare her." 

Sebastian's eyes seemed to turn red as he looked at you and smirked. "We're demons kitten." 

You were trembling, suddenly wondering if this was a good idea. But then you thought of how he'd been working you up all week. 

"I don't care." You whispered. 

Sebastian smirked, moving forwards, ripping your maid uniform from your body. You let out a squeak, legs clapping together on instinct to cover yourself. Sebastian made a tsking sound, kneeling before you, attaching chains to your ankles, before connecting the ends to the walls, spreading your legs a little more than shoulder width apart. They were loose though, giving you some moving room. 

"Would you like to do the honors first?" Sebastian asked, holding the whip you'd seen last week, out to Claude. 

Claude silently took the whip, but did nothing yet. Instead, he walked around you, his hand running across your skin. You couldn't watch him, so you watched Sebastian instead. He was standing a few paces away from you, his thumb against his lips. His eyes were scanning you and when he met your eyes, his lips pursed into a dark grin. 

"Relax." Claude murmured against your shoulder. He stepped back and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes. You heard the whoosh before you felt it and you waited, expecting the pain. But when it hit, it was different than you were expecting. 

There was still pain, of course there was, you had just been hit. Yet, there was some sort of pleasure that came with it. A powerful clench of arousal hit you in the lower region. These feelings intensified as Claude continued to whip you. The sting was never overbearing, not like when master whipped you. Instead, it seemed to burn you, leaving hot trails across your skin. 

Sebastian finally walked forwards, standing in front of you. His lips traveled across your skin again, while his fingers found their way to your folds. You let out a mixed sound of a sigh and a moan as he slid two fingers into your cunt. 

"I told you it would feel good." Sebastian smirked against your skin before getting to his knees again. 

Claude whipped you again at the same time Sebastian stuck his face between your legs, his tongue intruding your cunt with his fingers. You let out a gasp, pussy clenching again. Claude ran a hand across your shoulder blades, gently soothing the spots he'd whipped. 

Claude whipped you across the cheeks, which made you jump forwards, pushing your cunt more against Sebastian's face. The movement didn't even jolt him. He simply gripped your thighs, his tongue and fingers moving even faster. 

Claude moved in front of you now, flicking the black whip at the edges of your breasts. You let out a tiny shriek as the tip of the whip caught your nipple. Your eyes watered and your cunt clenched once more before you were cumming on Sebastian's tongue. 

Sebastian sucked on your clit, tongue lapping up your sweet juices. He'd been slipping nectar powder into all of your drinks for the past two months in hopes that he would be able to get this chance. Now, it was paying off. 

Sebastian stood, keeping eye contact with you as he wiped the corner of his lip, before sucking on his thumb. You whimpered, unable to look away. 

He took the whip from Claude, immediately whipping you across the stomach. Like with Claude's, there was a mix of pain and pleasure. Sebastian was using a lot more of the actual whip than the tip of it, like Claude had. There was a difference with Sebastian's like they felt. . . heavier? Different pleasures, but neither of them unpleasant. 

Sebastian slowly moved behind your body and Claude moved in front of you. 

"Sir, will you please fuck me?" You asked softly, looking into Claude's amber eyes, body lurching forwards again as Sebastian flicked the leather against the back of your legs. 

"Well since you asked so nicely." Claude murmured, slowly removing his vest, unbuttoning his white shirt. You were nearly salivating as he removed his shirt, seeing the glorious body underneath. It was fit and slim and once he had pulled his cock out from his slacks, you thought perhaps they weren't demons at all- but gods. 

He stroked himself a couple of times, before he pushed up into you, matching the flick of the whip across your cheeks again. You let out another cry, tears gathering in your eyes once more. Claude pressed the lightest of kisses against your lips, before moving his lips across your skin like Sebastian had. 

He bit into your skin as Sebastian started to whip you faster, matching the speed of Claude's thrusts. You whimpered, biting into your bottom lip. Then his tongue licked over the bite slowly, thrusting particularly hard into you. 

"You're doing so good kitten." Sebastian's voice whispered across the back of your neck, while his hand cupped your chin, tilting your head back so that he could bite into your bottom lip, sucking on it. 

You whined, feeling strangely like jelly between the two of them. Your legs were shaking, the only thing really keeping your from collapsing being the chains holding you up. Then Sebastian whipped you again, Claude hit a sweet spot inside of you, and your knees gave out completely. Claude's arms wrapped around you, holding you up so you didn't hurt your wrists. 

Sebastian unchained you and Claude pulled you into his arms as you sighed in relief, both of your releases still dripping down your thigh. 

"Good girl." Claude murmured softly, gathering you up completely in his arms. He addressed Sebastian, "I'll take her down to our quarters. You should deal with the master." 

Sebastian nodded seriously, before smirking and leaning close to your ear, "You're ours kitten. Forever." 

You shivered a little in Claude's arms, before snuggling more into him. It was cold in the room and he had warmth. The rocking motion of Claude walking slowly put you to sleep, but not before you heard him whisper, "Forever."

[fanfictionsworld]

Things in L/n,Michaelis and Faustus household that just make sense

I have been thinking about this for a long time so lets get into it.

Spider webs for Clauds spiders which by the way are everywhere.

Three pet cats which Sebastian found on the street,whcih y/n and Claude told that he should wash since he found them on the streets.He was deeply offended by you since you sided with Claude on this one.You just simply told him that you do not what flees or any type of disease they might carry,and reminded him that your just as much a cat person as is he.

Dancing shows that Claude owns which are always by the door.

Picture of three of you at the amusement park on which you look happy and both of them look like they wanna kill each other.

A first aid kit for when you hurt your self or bump into the doors,wall,wardrobes,etc.Which is very concerning.

A cabinet just for you favorite snacks,drinks,sweets,etc.

Five bedrooms in the house.

One is Sebastians for his free time which is petting the cats.

One for Claude for his knitting and for his spiders.

One for you when you just can not deal with them,there is also a bag of sault in your room for times when you mad at them and you draw a line which they can not pass unless you remove.

One big room for three of you which consistes of a very large bed with five pillows and blanket made of silk,two sofas,book shelfs,a gramophone,one big wardrobe,rug with spider and crow prints,one large mahogany desk filled with your work and there work and a fire place.

The fifth room is for the cats which you insisted on having because your jealous that they spend to much time with him which Sebastian teases' you about relentlessly.

Two bathrooms with large tubs,botells of your favourite shampoo,thooth brushes,hair brush the best kind,pads,for some reason condoms,skin care products of the highst caulitly,large mirror above the sink decorated in the Victorian style.

A large sittingroom with a coffiee table,all sort's of your favorite flowers,beautiful curtness made from the finest matirials,a very long sofa with a two armchairs and a few fluffy blankets which you three use mostly you when its cold,a big screen television and under it is a very large fire place.

Beautiful garden with lots of fruit and vegetables which Sebastian and Claude planted them selfs,they love when they have fresh ingredients cooking you the finest meals with them.

Small table with a few chairs and lounge chairs when you wanna sun tan.

Kitchen consistes of a large oven a small table with four chairs,a pantry which they keep all sorts of spices,flower,suger,vegertables,fruit,etc.

Large refrigerator for oil,meat,milk,yougrt,chesse,egss,etc.

And at last a front porch with a very comfortable bench and a table where in the dusk you three sit as you talk about anything and everything.

[youandmedead]

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Fandoms I write for:

𖤐Chucky

Used - Tiffany x reader

𖤐Scream (1996)

𖤐American Horror Story

𖤐It Chapter One and Two

𖤐Hellboy (2004, 2008, 2019)

𖤐Labyrinth (1986)

How Jareth became the goblin king - Theories

𖤐Legend (1985)

𖤐 Interview with the vampire (1994)

Relax for me - Louis x Reader

𖤐Queen of the damned (2002)

Reunited at last - Lestat x Reader

𖤐Stranger Things

Being in a relationship with Eddie Munson would include…

Being in a relationship with Steve Harrington would include…

𖤐Black Butler

My heart belongs to you - Claude Faustus x Reader

𖤐Demon Slayer

Burned Out - Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader

Miss You - Giyu Tomioka x Reader

𖤐Deathnote

𖤐Tokyo Ghoul

𖤐Jujutsu Kaisen

Maybe - Suguru Geto Angst

𖤐My Hero Academia

𖤐Obey Me

Who Would Survive in a British School? Pt .1

What would Leviathan be like with a quiet s/o?

Emotional Barricades - Satan x reader

𖤐Twisted Wonderland

Idia with a s/o like Leviathan

𖤐Tmnt (2007, 2012, 2014/16, 2018, 2023)

Being in a relationship with (2014) Donatello would include…

Random (2014) TMNT headcanons

2012 Raphael x Reader

Mutant Mayhem Headcanons

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Requests are closed! I will try and get to them as soon as I possibly can but they may take a while so apologies in advanced - I make no promises towards how fast I get them done/if I actually get around to them so please take that into careful consideration.

I write for these genres:

Fluff | Angst | Crack | Suggestive

I will either write in the form of:

Headcanon | Oneshot

I use they/them pronouns in all of my work so it’s inclusive for all - additionally no specific descriptions of the reader will really be made unless it is descriptions of injuries and the such.

𝔄𝔠𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 ℜ𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰

I will not tolerate any hateful behaviour what so ever. Reblogs, comments and likes are greatly appreciated. I do not write smut at the moment, but I may in the future it just depends. Please do not request Oneshots or headcanons that revolve around suicide, self-harm, eating disorders, rape, incest etc.

𝔈𝔵𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔰

THIS ACCOUNT IS NOT SPOILER FREE! POSTS WILL BE LABELED WITH WARNINGS, THOUGH, SO PLEASE READ CAREFULLY!

(Just incase as a warning)I use writing as a way to cope with my depression so majority of my posts may be angst related or something along the lines of that genre

𝔒𝔩𝔡 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱:

[demonic-charcuterie]

Y’all have have 10 different drafts and I’m sick so you get to pick from a few

1. Claude eating out reader as she learns how to knit

2. Daki reader x trancy triplets

3. Frankensteins monster Hannah x reader

4. Claude Faustus x Rapunzel reader pt 2

5. Sub doctor stone

Ps for any of the the spicy ones it would be my first time writing smut