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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.

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Could I make a request for black butler? Sebastians darling love (Ciel's 21 year old sister) is sick and dying and begs Sebastian to make her a demon

Brevity of the Soul (Sebastian Michaelis x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

For once, as you hold them, you swear his hands are warmer than yours. 

  He had taken his gloves moments ago. The minute he stepped into your bedroom, in fact. Ciel only just went shouting for him, and here he is- already ready to serve. Ready to serve you. You couldn’t be more grateful. But your worsening condition is starting to make it hard for you to think in ways you should. 

  With the curtains drawn and the light of the sun being snuffed out by a moody sky and a precious rainstorm, you can’t see much. But even with all the light in your room, would you even be able to see anything at all? Your vision has been failing you. Your hearing has gone a little as well with all the fevers. Everything has been a blur of faces and sounds that always come from too far away. You only recognized him when he stepped up to your bed and sat by your side. You only recognized him when brushed your hair away from your face and took your hands in his. 

  You only recognize him because you know that he’s all you have if you want to survive. If you want to live. And that scares you. That scares you so much that you can’t even begin to bear the thought of it. Of options other than living, side by side and looking after your little brother. Of options other than dying of old age many, many, many years down the line. 

  So you have to…you have to try.

  “Sebastian…” Your voice utters his name in a whisper, soft and nearly broken. “Sebastian…I-”

  Your throat and your chest ache as you speak, but you know you have to do this. You know you have to take this chance. You’re done holding on to hope. You’re done seeing doctors and physicians. You’re done praying to gods you know that aren’t there. Gods that you know would never listen to so much as a single word you would murmur. This is all you have. The only chance you have. 

  But then he hushes you.

  A single, gloveless finger presses itself to your lips. He starts to lean in close. Close enough that you finally can see him. That sharp, handsome face. Pale skin. Narrow red eyes. Perfectly sculpted features. A soft expression. One that he seems to only hold for you. And his lips. Lips that used to sing your praises. Lips that used to whisper such dirty things into your ears. Lips that you used to kiss. Lips that you’ll miss kissing. You’ll miss him. Oh, how you’ll miss him…

  You don’t realize that you’ve slipped your hands from his and started slowly reaching a hand out to cup the side of his face until he grabbed your hand back. He’s so kind and sweet and gentle as he guides your hand to his face and presses his lips to it. He delivers soft kisses to every inch of your palm, the back of your hand, and every little joint left in your fingers. Not a single speck of skin is left untouched. And he’s so careful with his fangs. He’s so mindful with his nails. And so accommodating as your body struggles to lift up a simple arm.

  In this moment, he still puts you first. Unspoken requests. Unspoken desires. He still puts you first. 

  And so it’s hard to imagine that this man is a demon. It’s hard to imagine that the only reason that the main reason he has been around so long- serving you and your brother so faithfully is because he desires to one day see his contract fulfilled so he may consume your brother’s soul. It’s so hard for you to imagine that. Even before you fell so, so very ill. Because the love you hold for this many is real. It is so terribly real.

  And you always dared to think that the love he has shown for you has been just as real.

  “Sebastian…” You say again, your voice quivering under the weight of a heavy pair of lungs and a rapidly dying body. His eyes turn towards you. An attentive stare as always, half hidden behind the strands of hair covering his face. His lips are still pressing themselves against your palm. And you just can’t believe how warm he feels compared to you. It’s terrifying. It’s absolutely terrifying. And it only serves to remind you of what’s coming. Of what’s happening. Of what you need to do. To prevent the future. To fight against the inevitable. To live.  “Sebastian…please! I…I don’t want to die…”

  It’s the first thing that came to mind. Those words were, at least. The first thing to come to your fever-addled mind. They are words you have said before. Words you have said before just before meeting him at that. But it’s the truth nonetheless. 

  You don’t want to die.

  You don’t want to die.

  “Your soul is weak,” Sebastian responds simply. Red eyes narrow and lips set into a straight line. A look that betrays nothing. “Fragile”

  But a look that betrays you.

  Because it cuts into you- his retort. His tone is so plain. So cold. So uncaring. Tears start to well up in your eyes. You let out a harsh breath- one that struggles to leave your lungs as your heart starts to feel a little heavier than usual. And beat a little slower at the same time. Your body runs cold yet warms at the same time. Embarrassment? Shutting down? Slipping between the cracks? As your eyes start to flutter close and your lips start to quiver and your body starts to shake, you can’t help but let the pain and heartbreak and defeat wash over you.

  You have no strength to find it off. In fact, you don’t think have the strength to fight anything off. Not him. And certainly not the illness that plagues you. In another life, you’ll apologize to Ciel. Because you doubt you’ll have enough time here. Because your head feels so, so heavy. And your body is moving so, so slow. And so all you can do is lay back on your pillow.

  All you can do is regret and suffer.

  Because you should have known. You should have known that with every moment the two of you shared, he thought only of your value to him. Of how you should would taste. You should have known that there was never any love behind those eyes. Never any affection behind those kisses. You should have known, you should have known, you should have known, you should have known! And still, you can’t help but feel like it was all real.

  And maybe it was. For a moment, at least.

  But you won’t know. At least, you won’t know until your head stops hurting. You won’t know until your body stops feeling so heavy. You won’t know until you’re finally able to hear as you once did. You won’t know until you’re finally able to see as you once did. Exist as you once did. Live as you once did. And maybe that will be in the next life. Or maybe…

  “...But I don’t need to consume you to keep you forever.”

  …maybe that will be in whatever life Sebastian chooses for you.

  “I know how to take what’s rightfully mine.”

  …if he even needs to choose at all.

[mizu-chin]

Yes My Lord "Nightly Comfort"

*English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes*

The journey back to the Phantomhive mansion was silent. The incident in the forest had left everyone deep in thought. Ciel maintained his cold and determined expression, but his distant gaze betrayed the concern he felt. S/n watched the young master attentively, noticing the burden he carried.

Upon arriving at the mansion, Ciel withdrew to his room while Sebastian busied himself with his nightly duties. S/n also went to her room, longing for a moment of rest after the tense night. However, not long after, a gentle knock at the door caught her attention.

"Come in," she said softly.

The door opened, revealing Ciel in his pajamas, with an expression that mixed frustration and vulnerability.

"S/n... I... can't sleep," he admitted, his voice laden with emotional fatigue. "Can I... can I stay with you tonight?"

S/n felt a pang in her heart. Ciel rarely showed his weaknesses, and seeing him like this, so young and fragile, reminded her of how much he was still a child, despite all his responsibilities and sufferings.

"Of course, Ciel," she replied, making room on the bed for him. "Come, sit here with me."

Ciel lay down on the bed, holding the pillow protectively. S/n sat beside him, her presence providing immediate comfort. She gently stroked his hair, trying to soothe him.

"Would you like me to tell you a story?" she asked, recalling the many nights she had done the same for him, offering refuge amid the darkness.

Ciel nodded, his tired eyes shining with silent hope. "Yes, please."

S/n thought for a moment, trying to remember a story that could calm Ciel's mind. Finally, she recalled an old story someone had once told her.

"Once upon a time," she began, her voice soft and rhythmic, "there was a powerful family with a special bond with dragons. They were known as the Targaryens, and they ruled the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. But like all great families, they also faced great conflicts. One of the greatest was the civil war known as 'The Dance of the Dragons.'"

Ciel, now with his eyes closed, listened attentively, the steady rhythm of S/n's voice calming him.

"This war began after the death of King Viserys I," S/n continued. "Viserys had two children who sought the Iron Throne. Rhaenyra, his eldest daughter, and Aegon, her half-brother. Rhaenyra was the rightful heir, but Westeros had never been ruled by a queen, and many would not accept a woman on the throne."

S/n went on, detailing the fierce struggle between the two sides, the aerial battles between dragons, and the devastation that followed. She described Rhaenyra's courage and determination, and Aegon's relentless ambition, painting a vivid picture of loyalty and betrayal, bravery and despair.

As S/n told the story, Sebastian patrolled the mansion, looking for Ciel. His concern grew with each passing minute without finding the young master. Finally, following his instinct, he headed to S/n's room. Opening the door, he found Ciel lying on the bed, almost asleep, while S/n, seated beside him, continued the story.

"...and so, the war of the dragons brought destruction to Westeros," S/n concluded softly. "But it also showed the strength and determination of those who fought for what they believed was their right. Rhaenyra fought bravely, but history was not kind to her. However, her spirit remained, reminding everyone that true strength comes from within, regardless of who sits on the throne."

Ciel struggled to keep his eyes open, trying to hear the end of the story, but the comfort and security provided by S/n were irresistible. Slowly, he fell asleep, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

Sebastian watched the scene, a slight smile curling his lips. He quietly entered the room, approaching the bed.

"He was worried," S/n whispered, looking at Sebastian. "He needed some comfort."

Sebastian nodded, his gaze softening as he saw Ciel's peaceful expression. "Thank you, S/n. He needs someone like you by his side."

S/n smiled gently. "He is strong, but everyone needs someone to care for them from time to time."

Sebastian observed for a moment longer before speaking. "I'll ensure no one disturbs us tonight. Rest well, S/n."

With those words, he left the room, closing the door behind him. S/n continued to watch Ciel, feeling a mix of affection and responsibility. She knew that as long as she was by his side, she would do everything she could to protect him and provide him moments of peace, even amidst the chaos surrounding them.

With one last look at the sleeping young master, S/n extinguished the candle beside the bed, plunging the room into the tranquil darkness of the night.

[roguishnymph]

Hello! I have a Black Butler reader insert fanfic that currently has three chapters out. It's called 1875. If you are interested in reading here's the link:

[chaos-caffeinated]

Emotions help you remember: Final Draft

Alright everyone, the story got too long to post, so this is the final piece to connect all three. Please enjoy!! It was a pleasure working on this part!

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A silver knife was revealed from the black coat, the face hidden in the shadows as he twirled the knife in his hand. Frozen from shock, you stood there with your lips trembling slightly as your voice froze in fear until you felt your foot jolt and you turn to run from the mysterious man behind you. You let go of the coat that were on your shoulders and used the strength you had to run for your life. You cried out in pain as your feet throbbed in the heels you were and the frustration of having such a bulbous dress when a memory flashed in your head: Madam Hopkins had given you insightful information, an additional information regarding the dress she was lending you.

“(Y/N), I want you to take this dress instead of just a dress you typically wear, you should wear something nice, you are a tailor: be one. I shall even grant you this special one I made with my new inventions on it. Just pull on this thread here and it will fall off.”

“Fall off? Madam such a dress could stir controversy-”

“Controversy, controversy, it won’t be long before women will be able to wear this with confidence like moi!~" before she spun after she tore away her skirt to reveal the shorts underneath with the visible garters.

Desperately looking for the thread, you felt your chest compress as you were beginning to tire out. You heard the rapid footsteps before you heard a nearing voice, “As entertaining you were, I must end it already-”

“No!” You cried out before your hand grabbed a handful of your dress and pulled it away desperately. You now felt many chills on your bare legs as the shorts, fitting perfectly against your skin, were exposing you into the cold night and you blushed at the vulnerable position. She had made a replica of her shorts with garters, at first you were confused as to why you felt the garters in place when you first put on the dress.

Blushing a dark red from the vulnerability, your body felt much lighter to move as the skirt flew back, tangling the man’s legs only to cause him to trip over it.

The man was in shock to see the skirt fly back, not even thinking for a second that it was possible before he watched his vision focused from the girl ahead to the dried up leaves and mud. Landing face-first on the ground, he let out a short grunt before he got frustrated, blushing from his embarrassing situation and turned to sit up and using the knife in hand to rip the skirt in pieces. He growled, “Now I will not take you down with ease!” He slammed his knife-bearing fist against the dirt.

“I’m afraid you won’t take anyone for that matter.” A voice rang within the shadows, a mixture of a windy laced with an ominous tone, “Mr. Kindred.”

Flinching from the novel voice, the man on the ground looked around in an attempt to view his next victim, shouting, “Who are you?! Make yourself visible!!”

“My, what a rude guest, tormenting the guest of honor as well as shamelessly ordering around.”

The man on the ground was still looking around before he met with a pair of piercing red eyes, a chill ran down the man’s back, fear entering immediately as he began to drag himself back, “What the hell are you?! Get away from me!”

“And now ordering to step back? What a delusional human you are indeed. However, my young master has ordered me to ensure that you, as well as Miss. (L/N) return back to the manor.”

Dried leaves were crunched as the footsteps got closer, “Unfortunately, I only need one of you alive,” His voice growled towards the end as he appeared out of the shadows in his sharp butler outfit, his shoe stepping over the gravel. It was silent, surprised to see the man on the ground watching the butler walk out of the shadows and his eyes were back to the dark eyes of his.

This is what his victims must’ve felt, unease, nothingness, but also knowing that everything will stop. Every woman he killed and dismembered were all pleading for their life hopelessly, knowing very well they were going to die for his sadistic pleasure. He felt chill after chill from his presence and he opened his mouth to say something only to stutter or mouth words.

Fear...that is what he felt, fear of a being stronger than him. Fear of losing control.

“Oh...cat got your tongue?” The butler taunted as he leaned forward slightly, “You seemed very sure of yourself that you would get away from yet another merciless murder tonight in my master’s grounds. However, as the Head Butler of the Phantomhive Manor, I can not allow that to happen...for you see, I am one hell of a butler.”

Gripping the knife in his hand, Mr. Kindred had the realization that he had the weapon in his hand, something to fight as his expression slowly began to change, “You have nothing, butler...nothing! I at least ha-” He raised up to slash at him only for a ripping and broken sound was heard ahead of him. It seemed so slow as he saw his own arm twisted horribly, body instinctively cringing and screaming out in agony as he fell back onto the ground.

“A pesky knife. I know what you’re feeling...hopelessness, a rush- not a kind one either- controlling your whole body as the idea that I can take your life-” he snapped his fingers before flashing his teeth, startling the man below him.

“Like that...and you don’t like that idea because all this time you believed you were much stronger...simply slashing women's throats...while I can do...so...”

He inched closer and closer to the shaking man below him, the dangerous smirk plastered on the demon’s face, his eyes shifting to his fuchsia color, “much worse than you humans can even grasp.” The air around shifted, a weight so immense you could die of suffocation. The man flinched when he saw from his peripheral feathers falling through. He looked up once again at the demon only for him to be covered completely by the falling feathers. The amount of fear possessed by a single man, scarred forever at the interaction.

The agonized screams traveled far and beyond, but not even the hypnotizing music can break free the audience’s attention, but one.

The screams reached to your ears no doubt, only pushing you further and further away into the deep forest.

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Sebastian remained in the position for a second before huffing, “What a mess indeed-...” He glanced to the side, only for his eyes to widen at the skirt you were earlier in the ball entangled between the man’s legs. His eyebrows quirked, “Is she...?” He asked himself, placing a finger over his chin, before his smirk became more mischievous, releasing a chuckle as he removed the skirt, “Miss. Hopkins, you have aimed to surprise me even without your presence.”

You panted desperately, leaning against a tree. You tried covering your mouth, you shook in place as you tried to get smaller to not be spotted. tears streamed down your cheeks as shook. Having not realize that absence of the murder, your mind raced images, and the mere fact that he could be taunting you by making you believe you were safe was terrifying enough. Your eyes wandered in many places, side to side, up and down, any clues that he was nearby. You didn’t even know how far you were from the manor, to get to Ciel, to get to Sebastian-

“My, my, has mon chaton lost herself in the woods? What a pity indeed.” A sound so soothing, and calming with a tinge of mystery wrapped around it like a bouquet. You thought you had gone mad, to need him so much that you envisioned him rescuing you. His voice alone calmed your essence, yet your eyes aimed towards the source. You yelped and jumped up, running a few steps before turning to face body. Anything and everything kept you edge, even if you were unarmed, you were willing to even use a stick to once again distract him.

Sebastian, once again, appeared from the shadows under the light from the moon, lightly smirking towards you with his arms raised slightly in defense. In his right hand, however, he was holding a bunched-up skirt, “Everything is alright, my lady, your assailant is no longer in the premise. It has been handled.”

You gulped, still shaking from the anxiety, “N-no, he is still here-”

“If he was, this skirt would have been deemed useless as a capturing device.” He took a few steps forward, “Which I very much recommend wearing, my dear. It’s not only cold outside, but you are improper at the moment.” He guided your emotions into a calm one, “I promise you, my lady, no one is here other than you and I.” He reached out his hand, awaiting for yours.

Hesitating, but trusting him, you raised your shaky hand on top of his hand, “...I could have died...” you commented.

“But you did not, my dear. For as long as I am by your side, you will never go through that.” He raised your hand towards his lips to place a kiss before slowly helping you back into the skirt, “There. You look as wonderful as before. Now then, shall we go back?”

You took another shaky step before you yelped from the sudden rush of Sebastian lifting you in his arms, “You are still unsure, so I will carry you, my lady while you rest up. Do leave your concerns with me, I will be by your side for the rest of the night if that helps reassure you.”

You nodded slightly, confirming as you pressed against him, “Please...Sebastian.”

He smirked slightly at you as he proceeded forward to the mansion.

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With you standing next to the earl himself, and Sebastian by your side, most of the guests could not help but glance towards your way. You noticed some women responded ill with their eyes, someone commenting to the person beside them about you as they walk by, and you could not help but sigh deeply, “...I believe I feel better...I must retire to my room now. I do not want to continue spoiling the party.” You were saddened to have to see the party end so soon, already stepping away when you heard the same voice that managed to wrap around your essence speak.

“But my lady, I seem to recall you wanted to have at least one dance?” Sebastian asked, turning halfway to meet your eyes.

You looked downwards with a sad look, “I did..but...it just... feels off now with what occurred...”

Now it was Ciel’s turn to speak, “He has been arrested quietly, (Y/N)…his presence will no longer disturb your moment of happiness.” He stared at the ball before he slightly turned to you with a small smirk, not of arrogance, and not of confidence, it was a soft, gentle one, “Do not let an opportunity pass by like that. Enjoy it wile you can.”

You stared at the earl for a few seconds before your eyes trailed off, thinking of your choices, “...Yes, Lord Phantomhive.” Then you walked towards Sebastian, surprising him the slightest at your upfront being, “Sebastian. I would like to have my dance with you.”

Sebastian was slightly surprised, but at the same time he was not. Smirking softly, he tried changing your mind, “But my lady, I am simply a butler, there are multiple chaperons whom would enjoy to dance with you.”

Feeling the slight confidence to smile softly at him, you responded, “Lord Phantomhive said not waste the moment, and it is you who I do not want to waste the opportunity to dance with.”

Ciel smirked at your quick-thinking, glancing at your incoming strength as he viewed his butler look slightly surprised, yet accepting. He watched as Sebastian, now smiling softly, bowed slightly with his hand over his chest, “Very well then, my lady,” he offered his hand in the same position as he raised his crimson red eyes to yours, “It would be an honor to have this dance with you.”

~

As he guided you onto the dance floor with a few other couples dancing to the music, you sensed something change within the musicians. As a matter of fact, you sensed the atmosphere change with the strand that the lead violin was stroking.

You both stood in front of each other, feeling his hand gently place on your hip and the other awaiting for your hand. It was then you felt the sparks, the tingling sensations he sent over, the  way your body responded to his touch, triggering memories from earlier. You blushed, your cheeks tinted softly with a red shade as you place your hand on his.

The room was silent for a few seconds before-

Voom-Ba-bum, Voom-Ba-bum, Voom-Ba-bum, Voom-Ba-bum...

The way the violins and cello captured the way your heart was pounding loud in your ears was extraordinary because as soon as it started, the more it became evident of how much he had influenced you: he completely corrupted you for himself. The way Sebastian lead their dance in a perfect unison, despite you never learning the dance before surprised you even. He swayed with the notes in the air, the violins carving a path and him following it, or could it be the other way around? It was all so warming, enveloping your body as a whole to the rhythm of the strokes before you listened to the next part with your heart. You looked up to see his gorgeous, captivating eyes once more before you felt yourself weaker, and weaker, and weaker-

(Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum)

The way he approached his head near yours while moving was enticing, you needed him close to you, your body needed him-

“My lady, I must say, as we dance so close together...I cannot stop envisioning our ‘studies’...” He smirked softly as he squeezed your hip ever so softly. His grip tightened when he heard you gasp softly, trying to regain as much strength needed, “...P-please...not here.” your voice trembled. You were weak enough that any word he let out would not help your situation.

As the music rose in speed and volume, you heard him chuckle, “You remember so well, mon chaton... as expected from my favorite student. I must admit, that even your being has captured me in a way that I never thought would have such an effect...your skin, your hands, your body...the way you begged for me without raising your voice, the way you gasped, the way you moaned...you will never cease to exist in my being...even your bite I will remember very well. Your markings truly changed me...” he whispered.

You whimpered softly, mentally begging him to stop, the images overwhelming you in a state of steam. You were embarrassed, your cheeks tinted ever so dark, once again you can hear your heart pound, but this time it grew louder and louder, beginning to deafening you until you tried biting back with his own medicine, “And what about you...” you chest heaved slightly, the heat radiating from you, “The way you took me without mercy, your weakness and your strength becoming one. The way you felt me like I was your life source, the woman that marked you as hers. The way you clawed me as a desperate need to get ahold of, it all penetrated my thoughts. And for that I blame you Sebastian Michaelis.”

As your list grew, Sebastian’s fascination towards you more and more, internally smiling and breathing deeply. The way you handled yourself with his words was truly amazing. You tried to get at him with his own words, and though it did not work, the effort was there. His own heart pounded, and he refuses, at full, to leave your side.

The music around them rose in tempo once again, the rhythm beating identical to their heart soundings. Neither wanting to leave the other. The want, the yearn, the desperation, the urge was lingering closer and closer and they could not do a single thing. Inching closer and closer to their lips nearly locking, the music ended. They did not make it, yet they remained like that, Sebastian first to react as he smirked and let out a chuckle, “You have done a certain type of damage in me, my lady.” He blushed slightly as he panted ever so slightly.

Panting as well, you responded as quickly, “And you as well...diable.”

Sebastian sucked in air, ready for a comeback when he stood back, bowed, and stood back up, “Well done, my lady. Would you like another dance, or would you like to take a small rest?”

“...No...I think I will retire.” you spoke, but Sebastian capturing the truth behind those words, “Goodnight, Sebastian.” You took both sides of the skirt and bowed slightly before heading to your room.

Subtly, but effectively, Sebastian was able to mask biting inside of his cheek, “Goodnight, my lady. I shall return to you.”

You simply smiled small at him before leaving from the ball.

~~ ~~ ~~ ~

Sebastian had dismissed the guests along with Ciel, his behavior seemed rushed, with each wording having no charisma he usually portrays with many. Some men could understand why, holding a smirk with a tinge of jealousy, but the women saddened from the shortened conversations. It felt so quick, and Ciel noticed as they stepped inside the manor, “I’m guessing this has to do with (Y/N)? You were rather quick to dismiss the guests.”

“I do apologize my lord, but she did make a request of my presence.” He justified, “She said she was not feeling well.”

Ciel suspected for a different reason, but he understood why you would be shaken, “Very well. Do so after I’ve retired.”

“Yes, my lord.” he guided him to his chambers before helping him to his bed.

Meanwhile, you rested in the tub of hot water, sighing with content as you rested your head against the tub, your hands feeling your skin, each giving you a flashback of your affair.

His hot, full lips pressed against yours in a passionate kiss, his dominating groan as he pressed your body close to his.

The flashback ended abruptly as you heard a knock on the door, “My lady?”

Blushing, aside from the temperature, you answered, “Come in.”

The door opened, and coming in was the butler himself you imagined not even ten seconds ago, “From the unfortunate events earlier, I brought you some tea to calm your nerves. How are you feeling?” He asked, closing the door afterwards with a hand, the other holding the tray with great balance.

You took another deep breath, swaying the water in front of you, “I’m feeling better now.” You smiled small, “I am just...focusing on the water...” your voice went softer and softer, your eyes feeling heavier as your body, feeling safe, decided to rest up.

Sebastian gently opened the door to the bathroom to see you close your eyes and he smiled subtly, “I am glad to hear that, my lady. Shall I finish you up and help you to your bed?”

“Mm...no...are you currently free at the moment, Sebastian?” You asked, opening your eyes to meet him with a soft smile.

“My duties have been completed, my lady. I am all yours tonight...” He reciprocated the smile, creating butterflies in your stomach.

“Then,” you rose in a sitting position, your arms crossing over your chest as you leaned forward slightly, “Come join me in the tub please. It’s still hot.” You invited him, “Nothing ever beats a hot bath.”

Eyes widening from the invitation, he rose his fist, the side of his finger covering his lips as he chuckled lightly, “Not even the studies, my lady?”

Blushing already, you simply remained silent as you gently patted the water.

“Your generosity overwhelms me, my lady.” He turned slowly before proceeding to remove the articles from his body. You even shamelessly watched as he removed his clothes.

“Staring is an improper thing to do as a lady.” He teased without turning.

“Mmm...then at this moment I am but a simple being enjoying a wonderful view. I might even reconsider this being better than a hot tub.” You teased back.

“I feel ashamed for not fixing anything about that mouth of yours.” He remarked with a smirk, turning his body to you as he took your chin between his fingers, lifting it in the process. He purposely tilted your head to make eye contact, to make you feel weak in front of him, but you bit back like always.

“I would have enjoyed it, Sebastian...but right now...” you say to increase the anticipation, raising your wet hand to place on his abdomen, only to caress his lean muscles, “I just want to relax...and you are perfect for that need.”

“I am honored to serve you in this way.” His lips slightly part, “Let us begin.”

~

It felt heavenly, it felt sublime, it felt like a happiness that you have yearn for so long, the missing puzzle to your day-to-day life. You wished to remain in his arms, those strong arms, the ones placed on your sides, resting on your skin. Those same arms that have caused damage, but in such a pleasurable way. You let out a  breathy sigh as his fingers brushed against the bruises that were prominent over your body, reminders of his attempt of corruption.

You leaned your head back against his shoulder, tilting your head to the side slightly before arching your back. His heat, his presence alone made you want to back out what you said earlier and take him head-on, but for once your mind had different plans.

Sebastian smirked as his hands lightly brushed against your skins, occasionally massaging some parts of your breasts, “If you allow me, my lady, a massage is a suitable, don’t you agree?” He placed his hands on your shoulders, kneading the trapezius. The stiffness in your shoulder caused you to yelp from surprised, the pain threw you off, yet you concentrated on the kneading. The way he pressed harder on a few places than everywhere, making you groan softly made it pleasing.

“My, my. You have a lot of knots, you really must have worked so hard, Lady (Y/N). Working day in and out to please your Madame. You remind me of the essence of a butler, and for that I highly place my respect for you.”

You rested the side of your head on his shoulder, interrupting his massage. His words, his gentle words. Though he may not see it, the fact that he managed to to pull flashbacks forward to you made you numb, and silent. Each event that occurred, the passion that sparked to initiate your education with Madame Hopkins. Madame Hopkins is a savior, a savior that brought you onto your feet once more. The extra thing you needed in your life, her ability to see new when everyone else got stuck in the past. You enjoyed it enough to be a part of it.

Sebastian was surprised to see an extremely soft side, he was not used to the sudden change of heart, to see you so quiet, so vulnerable. His raised his hand behind your head, inching closer and closer to your hair as he smirked with confidence before he stopped.

He felt the cold breeze before feeling drips, his crimson eyes following the path to your teary eyes, “Crying, my lady?” he maneuvered his hand to wipe your tears off, “Has today really brought so many emotions to your eyes?”

You sobbed, “No...Sebastian.” You raised your face to see him eye-to-eye, facing him with your tears, pride enveloping you, “Sebastian, weakness is not shown in the act of crying, is the act of developing.”

Remaining silent from the impressive resilience you possess, he stared at you with such a surprise look on his face. His hand cupped your chin subconsciously, holding it in place for a couple seconds before pulling you in.

As your lips connect, the chills stored send to each other’s body, surprising the demon butler all in all at the immense amount of influence from a single human. How does one human like her possess such power in hand, then he remembers just then:

“crying...is the act of developing.”

His appetite increased tremendously as his master further his goal, but for something that you would say, something was emphasized, and that emphasis he made loud and clear. His kiss deepened, his arms holding you closer and closer to him. His high regard he held for you has overwhelmed him at the slightest, and that brought concern to his being.

“Her soul...I want her soul...”

You pulled away at the slightest, only for Sebastian to pull forward reveled the realization which forced him to back down.

“And I thank you, Sebastian. Without you, I would not have realized just how much my memories mean to me; the ability to remember so much. So with that, I really thank you, Sebastian Michaelis.”

You picked yourself up, the water dripping from your body as you were careful to get out, “Feel free to use the tub, please. Don’t let my absence rush you.”

You took the towel and wrapped around your body before walking back to the room to select your night gown.

When the door close, the lonely demon butler stood in his sitting position with his head tilted downwards, bangs covering his face. His lips were parted in a emotionless rest, and yet...he slowly rose back to his usual self. His smirk penetrated the still room, the water flowing around his body dropped in temperature. His raised his hand up to his face before rubbing downwards, chuckling darkly, “Oh, My lady (Y/N), you truly possess a soul so exquisite, so divine...” He eyes, so dark, and so filled with the hatred shifted into his instincts, possessing those bold fuchsia eyes.

Fin

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AHHHHHH I FINISHED! I feel so satisfied with this piece, so much so I cannot believe that I wrote so much. I also did so much when I used so little, I wonder if you can figure it out (mueeheheh). Anyways, I would like to thank you all for reading, for taking this time to be part of this adventure, to leave your comments, and your sharing. I appreciate that with all my heart. 

That being said, I have to say adieu, and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!~~

[pumpkinpot]

William Moriarty, Levi Ackerman, Gojou Satoru, Aizawa Shouta, Dazai, Hinawa, Sebastian X Anxious reader (individually...?)

You perplex him. How someone would move through the world as you do while riddled with so much worry. Most he’d seen with a condition as sever as yours confined them to their bones. Unable to leave their homes or speak with a clear vision, but somehow here you were.  

Sometimes it gets so bad that he watches your chest to make sure you’re taking the breathes you’re supposed to. If not he’ll gently remind you with a tap on your spine.

Other time’s he’ll watch the hives that pull up tiny islands on your skin while in a conversation and he’ll find an excuse to get you away, though you always assure him that you can take care of yourself. 

He knows you can. There was never a doubt in his mind that you could take care of yourself. You have for so long without him, but espessially because of that he feels the want to be there when you need it. 

On nights like tonight when your body has fallen victim to the creativity of your mind and you can’t seem to settle he waits. He’ll take some time to sit at his desk and pretend to work. It always starts out this way, but somehow he actually falls into a task and that’s the time you’ve also been waiting for. 

You wait for his eyes to lose themselves in his work to slowly pull yourself from the book you haven’t been able to focus on. 

You crawl under his desk, cross your arms over his lap and lay your head down. He doesn’t say anything. If he did you would leave. Instead he switches his letter to his non dominate hand and begins massaging your scalp. 

He’s careful not to tug on your hair, sometimes switching to tracing the tips of his nails across your temples and down your nose. whatever catches his minds rhythm. 

If either of you remember the first time you’d done this neither of you mention it. A few times you’ve fallen asleep like this and he’s taken you to bed. He’s been so careful never to deny you this, even on nights he himself is stressed. Somehow feeling the tension melt from your arms down his legs strains some of his away as well. 

Tonight he can feel the slight shake in your muscles as you settle onto his lap and he struggles not to look down at you. He knows there are likely tears in your eyes from a monster of your minds design. Tonight he decides to take out the method of emergencies. 

He smooths his palm down your jaw, dusting a thumb down your eyes waterline. He claws your hair over your shoulder, sneaking his fingers under the collar of your shirt. the pads of his fingers knead the nape of your neck tossing between gentle and slightly forceful. 

He controls his breathing to the right breaths you should be taking until the rise of your chest matches his. 

He feels your body fight against itself to relax, your firsts tightening until your knuckles turn white, but he knows he’ll will win. Never has he not. 

Sometimes after you’ve fallen asleep he’ll stay like this a bit longer. just to look at your fluttering lashes and unclenched eyebrows. If he’s lucky he’ll leave a kiss on your brow, but he hasn’t been brave enough to try again since you nearly caught him the last time he tried. 

He will never tell you how much you amaze him. He had nightmares of his own that you helped battle, just by moving through the world with the patience you did. You looked to each other for the strength to keep going and maybe one day you would actually tell each other that, but for now, this was enough.

. 

A/n: Yes, I just got done having this particular panic attack, and yes, my husband did do this for me. I put all the people I did because I could see them all doing some variation of this and I didn’t want to confine it to anyone. 

If you like this content I have more for most all these characters on my  Master List

[bonkers-4-hatter]

Sebastian X !Chubby !Female Reader - Of Demons and Dances part 2

Read part one Here!

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“Although, I now have another reason to be close by, don’t you agree (Y/N)?” 

You were a bit flustered and at a loss of words from what the demon just told you. You didn’t even realize you both were somehow on the secluded balcony, the sounds of music and chattering a bit distant as you both were alone. 

Sebastian’s hands were still wrapped around your supple waist, his fingertips gripping the softness just enough to ground you back to reality. “Another reason to possibly get a contract out of me perhaps,” He let you go as you turned around to face the demon. His bright red eyes practically jumped out with how bright they were compared to the darkness surrounding you both. “Unless I’m wrong, if so, pray tell.” 

“Come now (Y/N), can’t a beautiful woman and a demon be civil, however I must say seeing you this flustered delights me.” Scoffing at his words you turned your head away from him to look out at the front of the manor where the carriages were all lined up. 

“I know your little game demon, no need to continue the flattery with me.” You didn’t look back, but you heard him move a bit so he was situated right behind you, his hot breath fanning against the back of your neck. 

“My little game? Pray tell what that might be my sweet.” HIs hands gripped your soft waist, pulling you close against him. Sweeping your locks to the side, his lips started to travel down the slope of your neck, the sensation caused your body to jolt at the intimate action. You could feel all of him as your soft body pressed against his firm one. Your body started to become hot, breathing started to hitch the more he kissed your delicate skin, his fangs slightly dragging against the supple flesh for an added sensation.

“W-where you use your flattery and flirtatious demeanor to seduce me to make a contract with you, now you’re using this intimate act to hurry the process, have you no shame demon?!” Not even a moment later, you let out a sensual moan as Sebastian sank his fangs into the skin of your shoulder before peppering the area with soft kisses, his hands sliding around so they rested right on top of your full stomach, it was something you didn’t hide as corsets were a tortuous device to wear. 

“My dear, I know you’re too brilliant to accept any offer I might give you and as for my intimate acts, I’m sure you’ve heard of a Demon’s Soul Bond, am I correct in my assumption?” Using his strength and speed to his advantage, he spun you around so you were face to face with him once again. 

“A Demon’s Soul Bond, the individual who is a Demon’s Mate. They could be another Demon or even a human as long as the soul draws in that Demon.” His fingers gently glided up your front and under your bosom outlining the curve of your breasts. 

“Absolutely correct my dear, it seems that you are my Soul Bond, it seems luck was on my side tonight, wouldn’t you say love?” 

You honestly didn’t know what to say, you knew the Demon was telling the truth when it came to the definition of what a Demon’s Soul Bond is, but you still couldn’t comprehend that you were the one to be his mate. You weren’t blind, he was a very handsome individual, but then again the red mist never lies, but Demon’s do. 

“I can see the hesitation on your face dear.” Clearing your throat, you looked into Sebastian’s eyes, the bright red eyes should be one of your enemies, but now there was something charming and beautiful about them. “Kiss me Sebastian.” The demand left your mouth, this was a test for him, you wanted to know what he would do. 

Without hesitation, he cupped your chubby cheeks and locked his lips with yours, he moved your body up against the balcony wall with ease, he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against your bottom lip asking for entrance. Wrapping your soft arms around his neck you gladly opened up for him as his tongue started to explore his new territory. Soft moans escaped your mouth as your Demon Lover continued to claim what was his. Large hands gripped the skirt of your gown and yanked the material up to expose your bottom half to his gaze. 

Breaking the kiss, his gaze roamed your frame. You were trying to catch your breath, stockings and a garter were on display for him and your face was heated, the look of desire rimming in your eyes and your lips bruised from your previous activities. “Absolutely divine my love, as much as I’d love to continue, someone’s approaching and I’ll be damned if they see my mate in such a scandalous position.” Letting go of your skirt, it fluttered down into its original position as you tried to compose yourself quickly.

True to his words, the balcony door opened and there stood Vincent, a smile on his face as he greeted the both of you once more. “I see you both are getting along wonderfully.” Sebastian picked your hand up and gave it a kiss. “Yes indeed, you could say we were fated to meet this evening, wouldn’t you say my dear?” 

“It seems that way my dear friend, but I assure you that nothing will change when it comes to my work.” You bowed to your friend and boss who just waved your actions off. 

“Nonsense (Y/N), the fact that happiness is coming to you now is wonderful! Besides, I think you both will make a fantastic team, don’t you both agree?” With that, Vincent bid you both goodbye and made his way back inside. Once you both were alone again, you were pressed against the wall again and this time you were giddy to see how your mate would claim you this time. 

“Now, where were we?” With that, he captured your lips once more. Out of all your Demon encounters, this has been by the far the most exciting one and you couldn’t wait to see what a dynamic team you both could be.

[a-fanatic-fangirl-requests]

Ok ok so assassin is pregnant but doesn’t know she’s pregnant but demon boi Sebastian knows she is...

Here you are! Sorry it took so long to get to you! It was really fun to write, and I love writing a teasing and loving Sebastian~ I hope you enjoy!

First Priorities (Sebastian x Assassin!Pregnant!Reader)

Warning(s): pregnancy, suggestive themes

Word Count: 1,117

“Sebastian?”

The red-eyed butler blinked a few times, snapping out of his daze as he had been looking at you intently for a while now.

“Are…you feeling alright?” You asked, your hand going to feel his forehead, finding it to be a normal temperature, well, for him at least.

Blinking a few more times, Sebastian smirked and wrapped his arms around your waist, thankfully alone in the library he was organizing. You had been there to keep him company. “More than alright, my dear.” His voice sounded a bit deeper than normal.

Raising your brow, you shrugged it off and wandered over to the bookshelves seeing as he was ok. “These look sturdy, don’t they?” You asked, your hand running over the edge of it.

“Yes, they are. They were built into the wall and meant to support a great amount of weight.”

You smiled at that. “Good.” Running a quick hand through your (H/C) hair, you lifted your hand and foot to begin scaling it, it was good practice after all to experience a variety of things to climb.

However, a pair of arms quickly pulled you away from the wall. “Can I help you?” You asked Sebastian who only gave you an intense stare once more.

“No more climbing.” He said, all but dragging you away to place you down on one of the couches.

“May I ask why?” Clearly, you weren’t amused at being told what to do. You lifted your (B/T) body from the couch only to be pushed back down again. “What’s going on, Sebastian? Why the weird stares? Why the sudden demands?”

Kneeling in front of you, his eyes flashed to their glowing slits. “When was your last menstruation?” He asked seriously, which made you want to turn away and blush.

“I—”

“Do not avoid my question, (F/N). When was it?”

You turned away, your cheeks becoming flushed with color. “I suppose…a little over a two and a half ago? Three months?” Rubbing your sides, you sighed a little. “I blame the corset I had to wear for the past few infiltrations though. I’ve heard they rearrange your organs.”

His eyes immediately went to your midsection, noticing how particularly shaped it was today. “Are you wearing one now?”

“A small one, yeah, I’m trying to get better at climbing and breathing in on—” Your dress was quickly lifted up and a sharp ripping sound was heard as the corset that Mey-Rin had painstakingly tightened was taken off with no effort. “Sebastian!” You shouted, both in annoyance and embarrassment.

His hands kept the dress up, white gloves roaming over and around your midsection. “No need to be modest, I’ve seen and touched every inch of you.” He replied as if it was no big deal.

Pursing your lips you glanced away. He wasn’t wrong, you had quickly fallen for his suave persona. “But…still. We are in the library, someone could come in.”

“No one will.” He said and leaned back, a sigh of relief passing from his lips before looking at you directly, his hands holding your face to look at him. “Do you really not see what’s happening?”

Your own (E/C) eyes gave a look of confusion, gaze wandering around the room as if it would help you to try and figure it out. “No?” You said after a moment, not appreciating how your (S/C) midsection was on display still.

Sebastian sighed and leaned back down, placing a small kiss to your lower abdomen. “You’re going to be a mother.”

Everything seemed to stop after that statement. And you stared at him, wondering if you truly heard him correctly. “Come again?” You asked, your voice cracking.

The butler picked you up with ease after getting up and turned around to sit on the couch, your back to his chest and in his lap. “I said,” he pulled off his gloves so that he could touch you skin to skin, “you’re going to be a mother.” He purred, head resting on your shoulder as he traced his fingers and palms on your abdomen.

“How is that possible?” You whispered, eyes looking down in both awe and absolute confusion.

“Well, when you allowed me entrance here,” his hands wandered down between your legs, running over your bloomers, “and I spilled my se—”

“I-I know how that works!” You stuttered out, turning to face him a bit. “I’m asking, how do you know?” There was no possible way to tell she was pregnant. There was no bump, other than a slight hardness in that area, she had no morning sickness to speak of, nor any other signs.

Sebastian’s eyes somehow seemed to glow more. “Must I say it again? I’m simply one hell of a butler.” He mused, making you roll your eyes at the overused phrase. “And, we have been over this, I am not of this world. I have my ways.” He moved to stand, causing you to stand as well before he suddenly dropped to his knees. “Pregnancies for my kind can be…difficult.” He pressed his pale nose to your stomach, taking in a deep breath, “My dear, you smell even more amazing than before.” He muttered before placing another kiss there. “I will watch over you, protect you, from any and everything. You have become my first priority.” His words were absolute, leaving no room for argument.

Biting your lip, you placed a hand on his head and gently ran it through it, making him hum in contentment. “And Ciel?”

“Second priority.” He answered just as quickly, “You hold my heart and my life, (F/N). I will protect you.” Sebastian had let go and held you by the hips. “Understand?” There was no joking or hint of a lie in his statement. Making you nod slowly. “Good.” His playful smile was back and eyes returned to their blood red wine color. “Now, no more climbing.”

Sighing, you pulled your dress down and nodded. “Ok, ok. I understand.” You said, hands going to your boots to pull out a couple of daggers to throw and practice with, only to find them missing. “Where are they?” You muttered in confusion only to have one whizz past your head and notch itself into the wooden frame of a painting.

“No knives either.” Came Sebastian’s voice from across the library.

A scowl appeared on your face, “Then that means no ‘play time’ either!” You shouted back to which you suddenly felt his presence right behind you.

“Sorry, my dear, but that ‘knife’ of mine will not harm you unlike those ones you had in your boot.” His arms snaked around you and his mouth found your ear. “Let me show you.”

[canonconspiracy]

Competence (Sebastian x Reader)

AN:  Alright, so Kuro is not in my current fandoms, but this has been waiting in my NTP for a while.  I will likely make a various fandom book on Wattpad and AO3 to shove this in.  For the meantime, this is a Tumblr exclusive.

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji

Fanfiction By: @rmorningstar21

Pairing: Sebastian Michaelis x Reader

You were, as Sebatian seemed to put it, the able bodied caretaker of the Phantomhive Manor.  When you would praise him as being much more able-bodied than yourself, he would simply say that he was one hell of a butler, which you could respect.  Along with Takana, you had experienced that horrible day that brought tragedy to the Phantomhive Mansion, and as such, you had been kept as the head maid.  The Earl was not easy to please, and you left much of the pleasing to the handsome butler, often checking in on him when you had the time.  

Today, the group had to get ready for a toy embassador from a possible partnering company, and everyone was on high alert.  You had tended to the linen, dusted, arranged just about anything breakable, and had gone to check upon your coworkers.  As you expected, their stations, especially your underlings, were in utter disaster.  

Bardroy had expected that instead of cooking in the oven, it would be much faster for him to use a flamethrower on this evening’s meal.  As you checked in upon him, you grabbed your nose in disgust as you stared at the charred meal.  Paired around the charred dining, even the table had received some minor burns.  Luckily, it had been a metal table, and would just need a little elbow grease to take care of it.  

As you heard footsteps nearby, you bit your lip nervously before turning to Bardroy.  “Leave the room and stall Sebastian,” you instructed quickly, before shooing him.  You got to work upon the room, though the garbage that would have remnants of the charred meal would give away what had happened.  At worst, you knew that if you were able to make use of the meat, it would be less of a torment upon Sebastian.  Taking a large knife, you took the charred meat, removing any remnants of the charring and repurposing it into a traditional Japanese dish.  Though it was not what Sebastian had ordered the cook Bardroy to make, it would at least be satisfactory.  

Your hands worked quickly at the meal, while you listened to the uncomfortable conversation outside.  Bardroy was not incredible at stalling Sebastian, as none of them ever were.  You would never be able to stall him yourself, but at least you had gotten Bardroy out of the way, making your work a great deal easier.  It had merely taken you 15 minutes to fix the disaster of the kitchen, while another five minutes was taken to remove the markings upon the table from the flamethrower.  

Taking a deep sigh, you could hear the door opening, and quickly made your way out of the room before Sebastian could say anything to you about cleaning up anyone else’s messes.  He knew, of course, that it was you.  As his red eyes landed upon the organized meal, a relieved smile attempted to pull at his lips.  Though you had not seen it as you rushed off to see what Mey-Rin was doing, his red eyes took a longer than usual glance over at you before he was summoned once again by the young Phantomhive Earl.  

When you had found Mey-Rin, she had an uncomfortable look upon her face, simply staring at the mess she had created.  You felt a burning in your heart as you looked at all the shattered glass, a grimace apparent upon your face.  “Mey-Rin?” you questioned in a deep, almost demonic tone, causing her to flinch.  

“Y-yes, Miss Y/N?” she asked, taking a glance over at you with her broken glasses.  

You cleared your throat, straightening yourself up as to not completely freak out upon her.  “You understand that your performance reflects upon me, correct?” you asked her through gritted teeth.  Watching as she nodded quickly, you let out an aggravated sigh before shooing her off with your hand.  “Go while I fix this.  If you see Sebastian, keep him busy.”

She nodded quickly before dismissing herself, leaving you to clean up mounds of broken china.  Working quickly, you made sure not to leave any sort of mess behind as you cleaned it all up.  While Sebastian would obviously notice the china in the trash, it could not be helped.  You made quick work of setting the shelving back up, placing any china that had not been broken respectively back upon the shelf.  

As if it was clockwork, you could hear the footsteps of Sebastian Michaelis, and you made haste to get out of the area.  There was plenty more to be done, after all, and you ran off to see what disaster that Finny had likely created in the garden.  It was unfortunate when the other workers believed that they could make Sebastian’s jaw drop - typically when they would come up with ideas of that nature, you were stuck cleaning up the mess.

Finny had completely destroyed the gardening, and your angered eyes did not even glance over to him as they stared upon the horrible sight.  Rolling up your sleeves, you merely motioned for the boy to leave you be while you cleaned up the disaster in front of you, creating a rock garden in its place.  This had taken you significantly longer than the other two cleanups, and you were fully unaware of Sebastian’s red eyes staring out at you while you worked so quickly to clean the mess.  His lips slipped into a frown as he saw all the hard work you had to do to clean up after your coworkers, though if it had not been you, it would have been him fixing everything up.

Unknown to you, Sebastian had still given a lecture to the other workers, as being one hell of a butler meant that he was also well-aware of his surroundings.  There was no fooling Sebastian Michaelis, but as you had finished the gardening, you took a moment to lean against a nearby tree, soaking in the fresh air.  What you had not heard as you were catching your breath was the quick and quiet saunter of the handsome butler, before you had been face to face with those handsome red eyes.

“Well, as usual, you have exceeded my expectations,” Sebastian practically purred out, his breath hot upon your lips.  You could feel your cheeks heating up as you stared into those eyes, though you kept your breath as steady as possible.  Though the man was handsome, talented, and the one that your heart had chosen, you always made sure to keep a cool visage with the man.  

“I should say that I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you teased gently, a smile tugging upon your lips, “though I understand there’s no fooling you.  I was merely doing my job.”

He chuckled darkly, though you could feel a hand brought to the side of your face, causing you to feel your breath hitch in your throat.  You were not sure what Sebastian’s angle was today, but he was truly beginning to wear at your cool visage.  As you felt the warm hand, with his thumb tracing over your cheekbone, your heart began to speed up.  

“Your job and the job of many others,” he corrected, a smirk playing upon his lips.  “Maybe you deserve a reward.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to brush off what Sebastian was doing.  As he had done similar to Mey-Rin in the past while yelling at her, you presumed it was merely some similar teasing, masochistic banter as he had used with her.  “I simply strive to be worthy of my salt,” you replied, as if on command, as a confident recording.  

He looked displeased of your stagnant nature, and though he was a fine butler, he had moments that he was not quite as patient as it would seem.  Without warning, you felt warm lips, almost like fire pressed against your own.  Under the taste upon his lips, you could taste something completely undefinable, as if he had been devouring the very soul of a human being.  For some reason, though, the taste was a bit bittersweet, even desirable.  Recognizing that you had yet to kiss him back, you brought your arms gently around his neck, reciprocating the kiss.  At the consent of your arms, you felt his slender hands upon your waist, pinning you to the tree you leaned against as the two of you kissed.  

When the two of you had separated, he held a satisfied smirk upon his face, while your face held a bit of a flustered blush, quirky smile tugging upon your own lips.  As if nothing had happened, he said, “It’s about time we prepare for the guest’s dining experience,” straightening his gloves upon his hands and glancing over to the mansion.  

Upon his words, you nodded.  “Indeed we shall,” you said quickly, your composure slowly coming back to you.  You took another moment to glance at the handsome butler before heading off to check upon the less than adequate, quirky coworkers that you worked along side.  Luckily, they had been told to take a break, so no new messes were there to be cleaned once more.   

[words-of-fate-official]

Overrated | William T. Spears x Reader

"Love is overrated."

Will could never quite tell what originally drew him into you. There was nothing particular about you that stood out to him; you were quiet and you could maintain complete focus whenever the two of you were on the job. Your behavior didn't differ too greatly from his own and he supposed you were quite attractive, though he didn't believe those were the only causes for his attraction towards you.

Your personality was another factor to consider. Throughout his whole life of being a reaper, not once had he ever had a partner who mourned the life of the person whose soul they reaped more than you. You felt sorrow for everyone, people who you knew only through their own memories, and forgave them for all of their past wrongdoings, whether they were big or small. And despite all the sadness you felt, you remained unwavering and continued to do your job flawlessly.

If asked by anyone, Will would say your remorse for the humans was foolish or even downright pathetic for a reaper such as yourself. Yet deep down, even if he refused to admit it to himself, he couldn't help but admire those strong emotions of yours that moved him to the very core.

As much as he tried to push aside his ever growing feelings for you, it only worked temporarily. Every time he managed to convince himself that his feelings were merely fleeting, it only took a single glance at you for his emotions to betray him.

Relationships between reapers weren't necessarily something that was forbidden, albeit it was a rarity. The thought of forming a relationship with you was something that managed to cross his mind once or twice, though it was nothing more than a lingering thought. Perhaps if he were human, it would be something he'd take into consideration.

As months passed and his emotions slowly grew stronger and stronger, he began noticing that you were becoming the center of his attention, both inside and outside of work. At night, you were always the last thought on his mind before drifting off to sleep and at work, he always seemed to focus more on you than on the task at hand. That night, in particular, must have been the worst. The duty the two of you were tasked with was to follow an infamous drug dealer in the hours before his fated death.

"Do you suppose that's him?" you asked your partner, peering down from the roof of a building at a hooded man.

"Yes. That appears to be our newest target."

The two of you remained in silence for a few moments, doing nothing more than observing the man in the back alley, when another person showed up. He appeared to be much younger, most likely not even eighteen from the looks of it. He was scrawny and scared, yet he approached the drug dealer nonetheless with his money already out.

Will continued to stand there completely stone-faced as he watched the scene play out before him, though you couldn't even bear to look.

"Can't we stop him, Will? We can't just let a boy like him purchase opioids-"

"You're well aware of the rules, [name]," Will said, his voice free of any emotion. "We shall not meddle with the lives of mortals. If it is his fate to die of the very same drugs he chose to purchase, then that is how it will end."

"You're as cruel as ever, Will," you sighed, a hint of sorrow in your voice.

His lips parted as if to speak, but he was unable to breathe. Your words, although said to him before by other people, pierced his heart when they were uttered by you. Against his better judgment, he was almost tempted to go back on the very words he just spoke if only just to please you.

"Cruel, yet understandable," you continued. "In the end, he's the one making his own decisions. All we can do is hope that his life doesn't end here and that he'll make something better out of it in the future."

It was those words that knocked him back into reality. How could he possibly consider, even for just a moment, breaking the rules for nothing more than to merely please you? It was absolutely ludicrous, albeit it wasn't the first time he considered doing something drastic for your sake. Just how much of an influence did you truly have on him?

This urge to please you wasn't something he ever had for anyone before and just the mere thought of it infuriated him, yet he couldn't bring himself to hate you. No matter what, he didn't think he ever could. Out of every possible person who could hold any form of psychological power over him, he was certainly grateful that it was you, though it constantly made his work even more difficult for him. One of these days, he knew he would eventually make a rash move for your sake and everything he worked so hard for would be ruined.

As much as it pained him to face it, the idea of requesting a new partner was something that crossed his mind countless times. It wouldn't necessarily be unexpected of him; he was constantly requesting new partners whenever his old one would wear his patience thin. Once you were gone, he wouldn't have to worry about his feelings for you getting in the way of his work.

Everything would go back to norm-

"Thank you," you said suddenly, taking hold of Will's hands. "Despite your reputation as a reaper, you're far kinder than I expected. Thank you for always keeping me on the right track and for putting up with me for as long as you have."

Will was at a complete loss for words. Surprises were never something he was too fond of, and this was no exception. Between the sudden contact and your words, he forgot everything: how to move, how to speak, and even how to breathe. It took several long seconds for him to regain his usual composure.

Clearing his throat, Will said, "Well, of course. I can't have you ruining our operations for us, now can I? Now stop looking at me and focus on the target."

Despite his seemingly harsh words, you couldn't help but smile. "Of course."

As difficult as you made things for him, Will couldn't bear to imagine not having you as his partner. In his mind, love was overrated and relationships were pointless, though that didn't necessarily mean he wanted to stop caring about you.

No, his feelings for you could never be so easily forgotten.

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Hi, I hope you are well.

Could I request a PlatonicBlack Butler x Demigod reader, please? (Sebastian, Ciel, Grell,Undertaker) You can pick anyone else if you want to. Thank you

Demigod Reader HCs (Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel Phantomive, Grelle Sutcliff, Undertaker)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Sebastian Michaelis

Sebastian thinks you’re “cute” in a way

Really, he thinks it’s adorable how you assume you’re more powerful than you actually are

In truth, you’re not really anything to worry about for a demon

And in general, you’re not anything to sneeze at 

Maybe you’re a bit stronger than the average person your size

Maybe you’re a bit faster than the average person your size

Maybe you’re this, maybe you’re that but in all actuality?

You’re just some kid to Sebastian

Of course, he doesn’t try to mess with you too much

He wouldn’t want to call upon the wrath of someone who actually is a threat like your godly parent

Ciel Phantomhive

Ciel thinks you’re an enigma- just a little

In a world of angels and demons, being a demigod isn’t all too special

You’re not fully divine

And you’re not fully human

You’re far from the most powerful being he’s ever met

(Though you haven’t seemed to realize that)

But your existence does make him question things more

How does a god have a child with a human? What is the extent of your powers?

For those reasons, Ciel probably keeps you around

After all, studying your existence isn’t completely uninteresting

Grelle Sutcliff

Grell does not give a shit LMAOOO

Seriously

Like what is a Grim Reaper supposed to do with some random ass demigod

Naturally, she was a little interesting upon first meeting you

You don’t run into one that often after all

But upon meeting you, the interest fades completely

So what you’re a little bit more special than the average human?

It still doesn’t make you that special

So try not to take it to heart when she never seems particularly interesting in talking to you or what you’re doing

You really can’t blame her- especially when you’re hanging around far more powerful characters like Sebastian and such

Undertaker

He’s fond of you

Somewhat

Chances are, you’re not a wet blanket like Ciel so he enjoys it when he can get a good laugh with you

And he doesn’t get to see many demigods

Plus the last few ones he saw were already dead so it’s nice to talk to one that’s alive

That being said, you’re not anything crazy special

So he doesn’t quite care much about beyond the fact that you have some connection to his world rather than just being a random human being

That being said, he is excited for the moment he gets to have you fitted for a coffin

He knows it’s a long time coming considering you’re a little harder to kill than the average human

But he’s excited either way

[mizu-chin]

Yes My Lord "The Encounter with the Undertaker"

*English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes*

The Phantomhive mansion was in a frenzy that morning, with Ciel ordering everyone to prepare for an important visitor. The Undertaker, the enigmatic and eccentric funeral director who acted as Ciel's informant, had requested a meeting. The Undertaker's arrival was always a peculiar event, marked by his eccentric personality and macabre humor.

S/n was in the library, reviewing some documents related to the ongoing investigation, when Ciel entered, closely followed by Sebastian.

"S/n," Ciel began, his voice calm but urgent. "We're expecting an important visitor. The Undertaker. He may have crucial information for our investigation."

She looked up from the papers and nodded. "Understood, Ciel. Should I prepare something special?"

Ciel shook his head. "Just be present. Your observational skills may be useful."

Sebastian remained silent, but his eyes tracked every movement of S/n. He knew that the Undertaker's arrival could bring complications, especially because the eccentric funeral agent had a tendency to show interest in things that were out of the ordinary. And S/n, with her strength and mystery, certainly fit into that category.

Later, in the main hall, S/n, Ciel, and Sebastian awaited the Undertaker's arrival. When he finally appeared, his characteristic smile and sinister laughter filling the room, all eyes turned to him.

"Ah, what a delightful gathering!" exclaimed the Undertaker, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "And who is this fascinating creature that I haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet?"

Ciel stepped forward. "Undertaker, this is S/n. She has been a great ally of ours."

The Undertaker's eyes fixed on S/n with a curious glint. "S/n, what a charming name for such an intriguing lady. May I ask, my dear, what brought you into the company of young Master Phantomhive?"

S/n held her gaze steady but friendly. "I was hired to assist Ciel in his investigations. And it seems our collaboration has been quite fruitful."

Undertaker laughed, a deep and resonant sound. "Fruitful indeed. I see the young master has good taste in allies."

Sebastian, who was watching the interaction closely, felt a pang of jealousy growing within him. He knew that the Undertaker's interest was not merely professional. There was a genuine curiosity and perhaps something more, something he didn't want to admit to himself.

"What have you brought us today, Undertaker?" asked Ciel, trying to steer the conversation back to the main focus.

"Oh, just some information about a recent move by our common enemy," replied the Undertaker, not taking his eyes off S/n. "But I must say, I'm more interested in learning about the new addition to your group."

S/n, sensing Sebastian's discomfort, decided to intervene. "I'm here to help Ciel, nothing more. If you have information that can assist us, I'm eager to hear it."

The Undertaker smiled even wider, a gesture that seemed almost paternal. "Direct and to the point. I like that. Very well, let's get down to business."

As the Undertaker began to detail the information he had gathered, Sebastian couldn't help but observe the interaction between him and S/n. There was something in the way the Undertaker looked at her, something that made the demon inside Sebastian stir. He had always considered S/n an ally and, more recently, something deeper that he was still trying to understand. Seeing another show interest in her stirred up feelings that he preferred to keep hidden.

After the meeting ended, Ciel retired to his office, taking the documents provided by the Undertaker with him. Sebastian and S/n were left alone in the room, a tense silence filling the space between them.

"You didn't like the Undertaker, did you?" asked S/n, breaking the silence.

Sebastian looked at her, his eyes darkening with conflicting emotions. "The Undertaker is... peculiar. And his curiosity can be unsettling."

She smiled, a soft and understanding smile. "He's intriguing, for sure. But don't worry, Sebastian. I'm here for Ciel, for our mission."

He took a step forward, the intensity in his eyes growing. "It's not the Undertaker that concerns me, S/n. It's what he might uncover about you."

S/n tilted her head, curious. "And what could he discover that would bother you so much, Sebastian?"

He hesitated for a moment, his conflicting emotions reflected on his face. Finally, he spoke, his voice soft but laden with intensity. "You're more than you appear, S/n. And that worries me. Not because I fear for Ciel, but because... I fear for you."

She reached out, lightly touching his arm. "Sebastian, I'm capable of protecting myself. And I trust you to help me with that. But there's something more here, isn't there?"

He looked away, a rare display of vulnerability. "Perhaps there is. But it's not something I can easily admit."

S/n stepped closer, her eyes locked on his. "Then maybe we should start by trusting each other. There's much we still need to uncover, both about our enemies and ourselves."

He looked at her hand, feeling the warmth and strength in her touch. "You're right, S/n. Maybe it's time to let some barriers fall."

As they stood there, a new understanding began to form. The Undertaker's presence had stirred up emotions that both were trying to deny, but perhaps it was the key to understanding what they truly felt for each other.

Sebastian finally looked at her, his gaze softer. "Let's face this together, S/n. And whatever may come, we'll face it together."

She smiled, a smile that lit up the room. "Always, Sebastian."

As the two shared this moment of connection, Ciel discreetly watched from the doorway of his office. A feeling of gratitude and affection enveloped his heart as he witnessed the interaction between S/n and Sebastian. He subtly realized that S/n was not just an ally but a maternal figure in his life, a comforting and protective presence he had been missing since his mother's death.

With a slight smile on his lips, Ciel returned his attention to his duties, knowing that as long as S/n and Sebastian were by his side, he would have the strength and support he needed to face any challenge that came his way.

[ladyphanthomhive]

If someone wants to talk about everything! i'm here to read and talk with you!

I'll be right here! Whatever fandom or topic is ok!

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Book of xReader One-Shots!

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by TheAlphonseElric

Just like the title implies! Please read the author's note for more details. (Basically, I take requests for xReader or Reader-insert one-shots. Comment your idea or request on the author's note, please.)

Same author as AlphonseElric, guys, I'm not stealing! (AlphonseElric = TheAlphonseElric)

Words: 3994, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Hellsing, Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler, Five Nights at Freddy's, Undertale, Death Parade (Anime), 地縛少年花子くん | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun | Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Manga), Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga, Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime), Disney - All Media Types, Rise of the Guardians (2012), ワンパンマン | One-Punch Man, 約束のネバーランド | Yakusoku no Neverland | The Promised Neverland (Manga), ビースターズ | BEASTARS, Deadman Wonderland, Cowboy Bebop (Anime), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Dr. STONE (Anime), Death Note (Anime & Manga), The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, Dear Evan Hansen - Pasek & Paul/Levenson, Hamilton - Miranda, Falsettos - Lapine/Finn, Be More Chill - Iconis/Tracz, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Natasha Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812 - Malloy, Phantom of the Opera - Lloyd Webber, The Maze Runner Series - James Dashner, John Wick (Movies), The Accountant (2016), 聲の形 | Koe no Katachi | A Silent Voice (Anime)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Other

Characters: Agatsuma Zenitsu, Hashibira Inosuke, Yashiro Nene, Hanako | Yugi Amane, Kamado Tanjirou, Decim (Death Parade), Ginti (Death Parade), Foxy (Five Nights at Freddy's), Bonnie (Five Nights at Freddy's), Finnian (Kuroshitsuji), Mey-Rin (Kuroshitsuji), Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel Phantomhive, Tokoyami Fumikage, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Luna Lovegood, Tanaka (Kuroshitsuji), Hadou Nejire, Toogata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki, Gally (Maze Runner), Newt (Maze Runner), Minho (Maze Runner), Springtrap (Five Nights at Freddy's), Kaminari Denki, W. D. Gaster, Sans (Undertale), Alphys (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), Ryuk (Death Note), Kakyoin Noriaki, Hierophant Green (JoJo), Jean Pierre Polnareff, Mohammed Abdul | Muhammad Avdol, Joseph Joestar, Kujo Jotaro, Alucard (Hellsing)

Relationships: Agatsuma Zenitsu/Reader, Yashiro Nene/Reader, Kamado Tanjirou/Reader, Decim (Death Parade)/Reader, Freddy Fazbear/Foxy/Reader, Tokoyami Fumikage/Reader, Luna Lovegood/Reader, Sebastian Michaelis/Reader, Hadou Nejire/Reader, Gally (Maze Runner)/Reader, Springtrap (Five Nights at Freddy's)/Reader, Kaminari Denki/Reader, W. D. Gaster/Reader, Ryuk (Death Note)/Reader, Hierophant Green (JoJo)/Reader, Kakyoin Noriaki/Reader, Alucard (Hellsing)/Reader

Additional Tags: One-Shots, Requests, lots of fandoms, Same work on Quotev but under the name AlphonseElric, I fulfill requests ASAP, for more information go to author's note (first page)

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[a-fanatic-fangirl-requests]

May I please request Sebastian or Undertaker with a girlfriend who is an incredibly talented ballerina? She's been training since she was four, and trains several hours each day.

I hope this is ok! I know I haven’t posted in a while, so I hope you enjoy this and I was able to touch on the dedication of a Ballerina! I did Cecchetti for several years and...oof...the amount of work was something I couldn’t do. Anywho, I hope it lives up to your expectations! >.

Sebastian x Ballerina!Reader

He had to admit, your dedication to your craft was admirable. Striving for perfection in each movement of limbs, hands, and expressions. Almost similar to his dedication to be the perfect butler. Almost.

Your dedication far surpassed his own though. As he has had who knows how many years to be the most perfect being, you were only human, spending your hours stretching, positioning, and performing your art to people that would be completely mesmerized.

Sebastian was included in this of course.

Ever since he has known of your existence, he has gone to see every one of your performances to watch you gracefully move on stage as if you owned it.

Perhaps he was so enthralled with you as well because of your cat-like movements.

Each movement, each step, each action was deliberate. Not to mention incredibly enchanting. Your balance was impeccable as well, almost like you had an invisible tail to help you.

But, after every show, he would sneak backstage and present you with a bouquet of flowers. “You must really let me watch you practice sometime, my dear.” He hummed as you took the flowers and smelled the flowers.

After a while, delicately untying the bow and knots in the ribbon holding your shoes to your feet, you shook your head. “The answer is still no, Sebastian.” You’d say, straightening back up and stretching out your cramped toes. “You will not see me fall. I refuse to allow that.”

When you performed, you were perfect. Not a motion out of place or falling or collapsing from a leap. You couldn’t allow your very dear patron to see that.

“You are only human dear.” He’d purr, getting down onto his knees and gently ran his hands over your sore and bruised feet, making you flinch. Sebastian would smirk and pick one up, and delicately place a kiss on your ankle. “But, you’re perfect regardless. You may fall, but you will get back up more beautiful and perfect than ever. That is what training is for, is it not?”

Well, you couldn’t argue with that. With a defeated sigh, you agreed to let him come.

And it turns out, you should have let him watch all along. Being able to present the finished performance after having him watch your hard work made it all the more special. You performed for him, and him alone. Your Black Swan.

Undertaker x Ballerina!Reader

A shame, really. To have watched your cinematic record and seeing your life’s work come to an end in such a horrid way. Legs broken, arms snapped, and neck twisted in a too unnatural of a way. All due to another dancer that was far too jealous to have not gotten the part you were cast in. No, he couldn’t let it end this way.

Thankfully, he had made it to you before the Reaper that was supposed to come did.

Gently picking up your delicate body, he quickly brought you back to his home. Reset all your bones and stuffed a piece of cloth in your mouth. When you’d be revived, it would not be a pleasant feeling.

As if to give further credence to that, the moment your eyes flew open, the scream in the back of your throat was easily muffled by the cloth in your mouth as you were overcome with immense pain.

A pale hand gently cupped your face and shushed you to calm down. Tears streaming down your face as you looked frighteningly at the handsome man.

“All is well, my dear. You have not departed.” He readjusted the brace on your neck at your sudden awakening. “I will mend your wounds, and you will dance again. I promise. And you’ll be back brighter than before.” Leaning down, he whispered into your ear, “My Phoenix.”

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「Anime x Reader One-Shots」

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by WordsOfFate

Just some one-shots with your favorite anime boys~

Words: 2000, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime), Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Assassination Classroom, Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler, Ao no Exorcist | Blue Exorcist, 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs, Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, Death Note (Anime & Manga), Hataraku Maou-Sama! | The Devil Is a Part-Timer!, Diabolik Lovers, Durarara!!, Fairy Tail, 食戟のソーマ | Food Wars! Shokugeki no Soma, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga, Fullmetal Alchemist (Anime 2003), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, ノラガミ | Noragami, Ouran High School Host Club - All Media Types, Psycho-Pass, Soul Eater, Sword Art Online, Tokyo Ghoul, Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Erwin Smith, Eren Yeager, Akabane Karma, yuma isogai, Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel Phantomhive, Claude Faustus, Okumura Rin, Okumura Yukio, Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Kunikida Doppo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), L (Death Note), Yagami Light, Komaeda Nagito, Togami Byakuya, Urushihara Hanzou | Lucifer, Sakamaki Ayato, Kirishima Ayato, Sakamaki Laito, Sakamaki Subaru, Sakamaki Shuu, Sakamaki Reiji, Sakamaki Kanato, Heiwajima Shizuo, Orihara Izaya, Gray Fullbuster, Sting Eucliffe, Takumi Aldini, Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, Roy Mustang, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Yato (Noragami), Yukine (Noragami), Suoh Tamaki, Hitachiin Kaoru, Hitachiin Hikaru, Ootori Kyouya, Shinya Kogami, Makishima Shougo, Ginoza Nobuchika, Death the Kid, Soul Eater Evans, Black Star, Kirigaya Kazuto | Kirito, Kaneki Ken | Sasaki Haise, Nishio Nishiki, Uta (Tokyo Ghoul), Alibaba Saluja, Titus Alexius, Sinbad (Magi), Ja'far, Ren Hakuryuu

Additional Tags: Love, Romance, Fluff, Cute, XReader, Reader-Insert, Anime, Anime x reader, anime fanfiction, Fanfiction, Fanfic, Angst, Lemon, Smut

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