I need a Male! Reader x Yandere! Vincent, Claude, Sebastian, Undertaker, Lau, and Madam Red in my life! It’d interesting if M!reader were to be extremely cool-headed and always in a dream-like state but aware of what is happening around them and is incredibly smart. They appear sleepy but really aren’t it’s just their usual face. And they’re soul is one in a million that could keep a demon full for years. So to the characters M!reader appears as otherworldly and they are intrigued…
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Vincent Phantomhive
Poor dear was fearful that you would fall asleep at any point, so it is better to have you next to him at all times. But, he wouldn’t be surprised if you were always sleepwalking, because you lived as though you were in a dream. Well, he may as well be your knight in shining armor, as he needed to protect you.
You could see what he was doing. Ever since he first invited you back to the Phantomhive manor, ever since he offered you that cup of tea. You wanted to wake up, you wanted to fight back, but the poison kept you from doing it. And besides, it would be a far call to say that the Vincent Phantomhive was poisoning you. Even though you were angry, you knew you had to be reasonable. This was your fate now.
Sebastian Michaelis
He had met you when he was going to pick up the young master’s new cane. You were a 19-year-old apprentice, who didn’t seem to have his head back on Earth. The demon breathed in and your soul just smelled so sweet. It was calling to him, to his hunger. Suddenly, Ciel Phantomhive did not have the most craved soul. So, a few days later, he wrote to your master that you were called for by Lord Phantomhive himself, but it was actually him who wanted you there.
As smart as you typically were, you did not see this coming until it was too late. He held you in his arms within the library while the master was busy with his work, and Mey-Rin, Finney, and Bard were all doing their chores. He whispered that you were his and his alone, and you then realized that your mind was steadily growing more and more cloudy.
Claude Faustus
He typically wouldn’t care about just any human being unless their soul called out to him. But, when he saw you in the bookstore, your mind somewhere in some distant land rather than the present, he could hear your soul. It smelled sweet, and fulfilling, and he could sense that there were other demons around waiting to collect it.
He invited you to the Trancy Manor, where he locked you in a room that was isolated so that no one would be able to hear you. He made sure that the other servants were aware that he was the only one who would tend to that side of the house, and because of his status within the household, he was never questioned. Now, without him by you during the day, you spent your days trying to escape all the while acting as though your head was up in the clouds when he checked up on you.
Lau
You were one of Ciel’s servants, and you caught his attention with how you seemed to be living within a dream. You were operating on autopilot, but you were doing exceptionally well. It was because of you being a tiny bit of a distraction to the man that he was not paying attention to the plan that Sebastian had laid out.
The next day, you had found yourself in his opium den. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Ran-Mao had kidnapped you in the night and brought you to where you were now. You were bound in chains, and led up to Lau, where he had you placed upon his lap. You seemed to be a bit too aware, maybe you just needed to go to sleep. It’s unfortunate that you ended up in an opium den of all places.
Undertaker
You had entered his shop by mistake, and he was surprised because he was not expecting any visitors, dead or alive, that day. It caused you both to laugh, and he had you sit down for a bit of tea before you made your way back. He could sense your soul, and he was aware that he wanted it just for himself. After about the third cup of tea that he prepared for you, you finally sensed that it was a bit suspicious. Of course, you were slowly getting sleepy.
In the morning, you found yourself sleeping in a coffin. You were tied up, but it was open. The Undertaker heard you struggling against the bindings, and he let out a bit of a giggle before peering over the opening of the coffin. You weren’t really listening to what he was saying, but you caught something about your soul, and you being the first to make him laugh genuinely with nothing required in return.
Madam Red
You were a servant from the Phantomhive Manor, and when she went to discuss with her nephew about the plans to catch Jack the Ripper, you had caught her attention. She made a comment about how her butler could learn from both you and Sebastian. However, Grelle could see the look of love in her eyes, and she knew her next orders.
The following day, you found yourself locked within a room in Madame Red’s estate. Eventually, the lady had entered the room, specifically the bedroom, where you were staying in. She greeted you with a hello darling before moving on to prepare for the night. You saw the instruments she was using, but you remember hearing her tell Grelle that there was a target that night. You let out a gasp, and you started trying to escape only to be held back by Madam Red herself. She used one of the many syringes full of something with anesthetic properties that put you back to sleep.
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One Hell of a Love (Book 1) Chapter Two
Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader
Chapter Two: One Hell of a Rat
Summary: Sebastian and (Y/N) handle a crook kidnapping Ciel.
“It seems we have a rat problem,” said (Y/N) as they and Sebastian passed by Finny, Mey-Rin, and Baldroy running around like maniacs.
“I’m sure that if you went after it, the issue would be solved quickly,” said Sebastian with a smirk.
(Y/N)’s nose twitched at the tease.
Sebastian smirked as he opened the door to the parlor. Ciel and his guests looked up as the maid and butler stepped inside with a cart of tea.
“Today, we have prepared some Fortnum and Mason’s Darjeeling tea,” declared Sebastian as (Y/N) carefully poured.
“What a wonderful scent,” said Lau, Ran-Mao sitting on his lap and nodding silently. “When it is properly prepared, there’s no comparison.”
“Grell!” called Madame Red.
“Y-Yes?” exclaimed Grell, stiffening.
“Watch and learn,” said Madame Red, nodding to (Y/N) and Sebastian. “In any case…you really are fine servants!” She patted Sebastian’s rear and moved for (Y/N), but they were quick to sidestep (they were a cat that preferred the “look don’t touch” policy). “Why don’t you stop serving at a manor house and come to work with us?”
Ciel coughed after regaining his composure. “Madame Red!”
“Oh, my! Pardon me!” chuckled Madame Red. “I started kneading them without realizing it! Doctor’s habits!” Ciel’s irk mark appeared.
“Is it true that one of your previous guests was in the smuggling trade?” asked Lau.
“Yes,” replied Ciel.
“You should have left the extermination to me,” said Lau pleasantly.
“No one knows where a rat nests better than a rat,” said Madame Red.
Lau raised a hand “innocently.” “I’m a domesticated marmot. If it is the Earl’s order, then I shall do the dirty work.” He ruffled Ciel’s hair.
“Don’t you dare try to lay a finger on my precious nephew!” cried Madame Red, dragging Ciel into her own arms.
“Oh, my! There’s no way I’d try to lay a finger on him in his own home,” said Lau.
“Are you saying that you’d do it somewhere else?!” shouted Madame Red, affronted. “That is quite the criminal proposal. How dare you!”
As she berated Lau, Ciel sighed in exhaustion at their antics and walked out of the room. Sebastian and (Y/N) followed dutifully.
“Young Master, today we have prepared an apple and raisin deep pie,” said Sebastian. “It has almost finished baking, so please stay with the other guests.”
“Bring it to my room,” said Ciel. “I’ve had enough socializing.”
“As you wish,” said Sebastian.
“Very well,” said (Y/N) as Ciel turned once more and left.
As they stood there, the rest of the servants, dressed in cat costumes and carrying mousetraps, ran around them. Sebastian looked at (Y/N) and raised an eyebrow.
“I do believe a rat calls for a cat to catch it,” said Sebastian with a smirk.
(Y/N)’s nose twitched before they dove to the side and rolled to their feet. In their hands they held two dead rats, caught expertly. “I guess it did,” they said with a pleased smile, dropping the rats into Baldroy’s net.
Sebastian smirked before leveling a look at the rest of the surprised servants. “All of you, please stop playing around and do your jobs.”
“Yes, sir,” they said. They nodded hurriedly and ran away to their assigned jobs for the day.
“(Y/N),” said Sebastian.
“Yes?” They glanced up at him.
Sebastian took their arm. “You got blood on your gloves,” he said as he pulled the glove from their hand. “Unbecoming for a Phantomhive maid.” He flourished a clean glove and slipped it onto (Y/N)’s hand.
They looked at him and furrowed their brow. “I’m perfectly capable of keeping my uniform neat.”
“Well, what type of butler would I be if I didn’t have an extra pair of gloves on hand?” questioned Sebastian. “This was simply more efficient.”
(Y/N) shrugged, used to Sebastian by now, and pulled their hand back. They were not as averse to his touch as they were others’, but that was only after years of knowing him, and even then, it wasn’t…normal.
“Let’s get the Lord’s tea, then,” said (Y/N), turning away.
“Yes, let’s,” said Sebastian, leading the way to the kitchen with a slight frown on his face.
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“Young Master, we have brought you your afternoon tea,” said Sebastian, knocking on Ciel’s office door. When he received no answer, he pushed the door open. “Young Master?”
The floor of the study was littered with throw papers, books, and chairs. There had been a struggle.
“Ah, what a predicament. The tea will all go to waste now,” sighed Sebastian.
(Y/N) held out their hand. “I think you should give me that bloody glove back. I have a feeling it will be getting dirtier before the day is up.”
Sebastian smirked as he held out the glove. Yes, indeed, this was the demon he trained. Efficient and deadly.
And lively, came the unbidden thought, always has been awfully spirited for a demon.
Now that was a thought Sebastian hadn’t had for a long time. At least, not since he and (Y/N) parted ways last time.
Luckily, before Sebastian had to deal with any more troublesome thoughts, Mey-Rin came running down the hall.
“Sebastian! (Y/N)! This letter just arrived at the entrance,” said Mey-Rin.
“To whom is it addressed?” asked Sebastian.
“To the attendant of Ciel Phantomhive,” said Mey-Rin.
(Y/N)’s eyes flashed as they glanced outside and saw the sniper, horribly hidden from their demonic eyes, in the tree. “Sebastian.”
He understood, and as Mey-Rin tripped, he caught her while (Y/N) took the pie so both were preserved as a bullet ripped through the window beside them. (Y/N) crouched to the side with the pie balanced in their hands, and Sebastian lay on his back with Mey-Rin on top of him.
“Mey-Rin, the letter,” said Sebastian calmly.
Beet red, Mey-Rin stammered, “Ah, y-yes!” She handed it over as Sebastian set her back on her feet.
“If you want your master to be returned, bring ‘the item’ to Bethnal Green’s Nova Scotia Gardens,” read Sebastian. “This is a somewhat inelegant invitation.”
“I think it qualifies as a ransom letter,” said (Y/N).
“Sebastian, (Y/N)!” said Finny, appearing beside Baldroy worriedly.
“Just what is going on here?” declared Madame Red, walking into the hall with Lau.
“We apologize for the noise,” said (Y/N).
“It’s nothing,” said Sebastian with a smile. “Please do not worry.”
“Nothing?” Madame Red looked at the broken window, unimpressed.
“I’m sorry to ask this of you, but could you please take care of cleaning up?” asked Sebastian, looking to Baldroy and Finny.
(Y/N) handed over the pie to them. “Take care of this.” They walked past them with Sebastian.
“By ‘take care of this,’ do you mean it’s alright to eat this?” asked Baldroy excitedly.
(Y/N) smiled to themself as they walked away. They’d let them figure it out.
“So, after the trespassers?” asked (Y/N), tugging at their gloves once more.
“I can hear their car leaving. How rude, they never even called on us properly,” said Sebastian. He smirked as he ran after them with (Y/N) by his side.
The assassins screamed when they saw (Y/N) and Sebastian catching up to them, but as much as they swerved to avoid them, they couldn’t. (Y/N) smirked as the rats screamed. They pounced.
Kicking the driver away from his seat, (Y/N) pulled the car to a jolting stop, half off a cliff, and while the men cried out in fear and babbled for help into their phone, they just grinned back in satisfaction as Sebastian balance them off the cliff as he crouched on the front.
“I think this is for you,” said (Y/N) with a smile, handing the phone to him.
“Thank you,” said Sebastian. “Good day,” he said into the receiver. “I am one of the Phantomhive servants. I was just wondering if our young master had been intruding upon you? Hello? Is that the case?”
“Woof,” said Ciel across the phone.
“Understood,” said Sebastian. “We shall come and collect him immediately.” He handed the phone back to (Y/N), who passed it to the men. “Thank you for allowing me to borrow this.”
“Very kind of you,” said (Y/N) with a faux smile.
“We also have two or three things to enquire about,” said Sebastian. “Firstly, what is the name of your owners?”
“I’d suggest answering, we’re not very patient,” said (Y/N), smiling. “And you wouldn’t want to fall, would you?” The men’s scared faces made (Y/N) smile wider. Rats like them were fun to play with before they died.
“It’s Azzurro Venere of the Ferro family!” said one man, panicked. “His base of operations is in the northern part of East London!”
“Thank you,” chirped (Y/N), standing up. Sebastian extended a hand, and (Y/N) took it to stand on the bonnet of the car.
“Wait! We were just hired hands!” cried the other man.
“Oh, is that so?” remarked Sebastian. He gave a closed-eye smile. “I’m sorry I held you up when you were so busy, then. We’ll let you go one.”
The two demons hopped back off the car. They watched as the men fell to their deaths in the forest below. (Y/N) looked at Sebastian, who was consulting his pocket watch.
“We’d better hurry up,” he decided, “or dinner will be delayed.”
“I’m glad I’m wearing my dirty gloves, then. I might get more blood on them,” said (Y/N) with a bright smile as if they weren’t planning on ripping anyone they came across apart.
Sebastian smirked. Yes, it was good to be working with them once more.
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Sebastian and (Y/N) jumped over the gate and assembled men before they could even be glimpsed. The mercenaries were foolish enough to believe they had successfully locked down the mansion. Of course, no one could fault them too much. They had no idea what they were dealing with.
“My, what a splendid mansion,” said Sebastian.
“Not to my taste. It has a rat problem,” said (Y/N).
The mercenaries turned in shock. “Who the hell are you?!” Weapons were raised at the two demons.
“I beg your pardon. We serve the Phantomhive household,” said Sebastian.
“And we have a job to do,” said (Y/N).
They moved an instant later. Sebastian and (Y/N) were merciless, tearing through bones and clothes and skin until blood flew and men laid limp on the ground. Sure enough, (Y/N)’s gloves were staining red.
“Pardon us, we’re in a bit of a hurry,” said Sebastian to the fallen men. He sighed. “5:34 pm.”
(Y/N) pushed open the door and walked into the mansion. “We should get to the Lord soon, then.”
“Indeed,” said Sebastian, entering alongside them.
Instantly, snipers began shooting. Sebastian blocked with the pie platter he still had, and (Y/N) dodged with a handspring and a twist in the air. While Sebastian ran down the dining room table and frisbee-d the platter to take down several men, (Y/N) gathered up plates and sent them flying into snipers.
“With all these rats scattering everywhere, there will be no end to this,” sighed Sebastian.
“Let’s speed this up, then,” said (Y/N) with a grin, pulling silver knives from their pockets.
“It appears you brought some claws,” said Sebastian with a smirk as he brought out silver forks.
“You’re really enjoying the cat jokes today,” said (Y/N), nose twitching. They jumped into the air and sent the knives into the throats of several snipers while Sebastian’s forks impaled others.
“It keeps me entertained,” said Sebastian, turning on the reinforcements and beginning to thin the masses.
“A millennium and it never changes,” pouted (Y/N) as they stabbed a man behind them before whirling on the rest and attacking before they had a moment to think.
Sebastian smirked. (Y/N)’s reactions to his teasing were even more catlike than their usual characteristics. That was partly why the jokes were so amusing to him.
“5:43,” he said. “We keep moving.”
“Judging by the layout of this mansion, the office is likely that way,” said (Y/N), nodding.
“Then the Master will be there,” said Sebastian.
The demons carefully opened the door. Azzurro stared at them with shock, but his gun didn’t move from being trained at their chests.
“I have come to collect my Master,” said Sebastian, bowing.
“Huh. I’m surprised,” said Azzurro, his gun dropping slightly. “Here I was wondering what kind of monsters would appear, and it’s just Romeo and Juliet in a tailcoat and apron? Just what are you? You aren’t just any butler and maid, are you?”
“No. I am one hell of a butler,” said Sebastian with a smirk.
A sinister grin split (Y/N)’s face at his quip. They shrugged. “I’m just here to have some fun.”
“I see…At any rate, I have no intention of going at it with you,” said Azzurro. “But you know…” He dragged Ciel to hit and pressed the muzzle of his gun to the boy’s head. “You brought the item, right?”
“Yes. Right here.” Sebastian removed a golden key from his breast pocket.
Bang!
He was immediately shot through the head and fell. Flecks of blood landed on (Y/N), who just looked down at Sebastian after the rest of the shots rocketed through him.
Azzurro cackled. “Sorry, Romeo. Looks like I win this game! The opponent was a master of games, but I had an ace up my sleeve. Now all that’s left is Juliet and the brat.” He knocked away Ciel’s eyepatch as he cackled.
(Y/N) put their hands on their hips. “I thought you used to teach me melodramatics were unnecessary.”
“Sometimes a little fun is necessary.”
Azzurro’s eyes widened as Sebastian spoke. “Th-that’s impossible!”
The other men stepped back in horror.
“Modern guns really have improved.” Sebastian lifted himself off the floor. “They are completely different from those of a hundred years ago.” With a bloody cough, Sebastian spat the bullets out of his body onto his hand. He smirked. “I shall return these to you.”
“What are you doing?! Kill him!” shouted Azzurro.
The men raised their guns again, but Sebastian flicked his wrist first. The bullets he held fired through the mercenaries, and they dropped like flies.
“Oh, dear, my clothes are all full of holes,” sighed Sebastian.
“I guess we have to replace more than just our gloves,” said (Y/N).
“It’s because you were playing around,” scoffed Ciel.
“Young Master, they don’t appear to have treated you very well,” said Sebastian. He took a step forward towards Azzurro and Ciel.
“Don’t come any closer!” shouted Azzurro.
“You look like a caterpillar, at once both disgusting and splendid,” said Sebastian, teasing Ciel once more. “It quite fits your small, weak stature.”
“I-If you get any closer, I’ll shoot him!” cried Azzurro.
“Hurry up. His breath stinks,” said Ciel, unconcerned.
“If I get any closer, you’ll be killed,” said Sebastian, just playing around.
“You bastard. Are you trying to break the contract?” questioned Ciel.
“By no means. I am your loyal servant, after all,” said Sebastian.
“My Lord, he has a tendency towards some dramatics,” said (Y/N).
“What the hell are you three talking about?!” cried Azzurro.
“Young Master…I told you what to do if I ever disregard my duty, did I not?” said Sebastian, a darkly cunning look on his face.
Ciel’s eye opened to reveal his contract seal. “This is an order! Save me this instant!”
“Shut up!” cried Azzurro in a panic.
Bang!
Ciel turned to face him, completely unfazed.
“Why didn’t he die?” gasped Azzurro.
“Is this what you’re looking for?” Sebastian stood over Azzurro, a bullet in between two fingers. “I shall return it to you.” He dropped it into Azzurro’s pocket and then snapped Azzurro’s arm.
“The game wasn’t fun this time,” muttered Ciel as Sebastian picked him up.
“Hey! You! Wait!” cried Azzurro. “Come and be my bodyguards! I’ll give you five, no, ten times the pay he’s giving you. I’ll give you all the women and alcohol you want, so please…”
(Y/N) raised an eyebrow and sneered. “I hate rats like you, constantly climbing on top of others for your greed.” Mortals who cruelly used and abused one another were (Y/N)’s least favorite kind.
Sebastian snapped the belts holding Ciel hostage. “I’m sorry, Signore Venere, but I have no interest in the waste made by man. I am a demon and a butler, after all.” His eyes lit up fuchsia.
“A-A demon?!” cried Azzurro.
“Demon,” said (Y/N), their own eyes turning more catlike and fuchsia.
Sebastian’s shadow began to elongate around the room, and black feathers danced in the air as he stared at Azzurro. “By the key of the contract my young master holds, I am but his loyal dog.” He pulled his glove off with his teeth. “Through sacrifice and wishes, I am to abide by the contract and be bound to my master.” He held up his hand, branded with the contract seal. “This, in exchange for his soul.” Azzurro stared, horror-stricken.
“Sorry, but this game is over,” said Ciel.
Azzurro screamed as Sebastian descended upon him. A moment later, there was nothing left of him to attempt to scream. Sebastian smirked as the shadows receded back to him and his eyes went to normal.
(Y/N)’s fuchsia eyes faded, but they were aware of how Sebastian’s demonic presence swirled around them for a moment. They glanced at Sebastian, wondering if this was his direction. No, he was focused on Ciel. (Y/N) shrugged, ignoring the shadow reaching up to touch them for a moment. They were not getting more attached to Sebastian.
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