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geto-kee · 1 year

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INCOMING!—☆

Your S/O makes you squirt for the first time

Time-Skip Takemichi/Howl Pendragon/Sebastian Michaelis/Son Goku

Female reader / Reader with a vagina

Minors do not interact cause I know you gone read the shit anyway 🙎🏾‍♀️

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Takemichi—

TAKEMICHI’S EYES WERE WIDE AND BLOWN OUT

the space between his brows wrinkled as he panted. His beige skin was heated to the touch as his sweat began to dampen his feverish skin. The man’s heart thundered and reverberated within his eardrums as his blue eyes focused on where the two of you were connected.

You were on top of him.

Your upper body was leaned back, your hands on either side of his spread legs. Your breast bounced with vigor, your skin just as sweaty as his. Your legs were parted, exposing your most intimate parts to your lover as you bounced on his cock.

Takemichi’s wide eyes drunk at the sight of his cock spearing into you each time you dropped down on his cock. He could hear the lewd squelching of your pussy welcoming his cock each time, and the slapping of your ass against his pelvis and upper thighs. Your meaty thighs and ass rippled as you bounced on him, and your head was thrown back in ecstasy. The male’s hands gripped your hips for something to hold onto, occasionally gripping your soft flesh, or pulling you harder down on his cock while he lost himself in the feeling of your velvet walls hugging him, and sucking him further inside of you. The crown of his cock jabbed at the soft spongy part of you, provoking you to chase your orgasm as the sensation fluttered through you, the turmoil building in your lower belly began to grow.

Takemichi couldn’t understand what came over him.

But his dominant hand let go of your hip so he could harshly flick his fingers back and forth against your swollen clit.

“Fuck—yes!” you sputtered as you felt as if you were coming. It was an intense feeling that rushed over you as a sudden spurt of wetness sprayed Takemichi’s lower half. At the same time, he bucked his hips upward, cumming deep inside of you.

The man tensed, eyes wide as he halted, looking down at what had happened as you flopped back, your back over the lower half of his legs.

He seemed to marvel, slightly gasping as his hand grasped the top of your thigh to lightly shake your leg. “_,” his brows raised, “babe!”

You were out like a light.

He sweatdropped, still in awe at what happened. He hadn’t anticipated you to cum as hard as you had done.

He could hear you softly snoring.

For now, he would pull out, clean you up, and then tuck you in.

His mind was still racing about what happened. He felt his lean chest swell with pride that he had managed to make you squirt like that. Usually, he’d see that in porn flicks or on those ridiculous porn ads that pop up on other websites. He had never seen it happen in person with someone else until now.

TAKEMICHI WAS MENTALLY PATTING HIS BACK

Howl—

HOWL HAD YOUR ASS HANGING OFF THE FOOT OF THE BED

he had your legs raised as his hands grasped tightly to the back of your knees, bending them back slightly. You swore he thought you were some sort of contortionist the way he would bend you in odd angles.

You’d think complaining about being so sore and not so flexible to the man he’d ease up a little.

Your toes curled as one of your arms extended above your head on the bed, gripping the soft blanket and sheets of your shared bed. Your unoccupied hand furiously rubbed harsh circles against your clit as Howl unrelentlessly jutted his hips against your ass. Your skin rippled as his balls slapped against your ass from how harshly he was stuffing his cock into you. He kept your legs spread to watch you rub your clit eagerly, his blue eyes wide with excitement.

The two of you were doing your best to remain quiet amid the night so as to not wake anyone else in the cozy castle.

Your hand loosened on the sheets and you clamped a hand over your mouth to muffle the sudden cry that wanted to flee from the depths of your throat.

“Right there,” your shaky voice spoke through your fingers after spreading them.

With your legs in his hold, he was gripping onto you tightly as he raised them a little higher, the lower half of your body going up as his cockhead began massaging against that soft spongy spot within you. Repeatedly pressing against it with the roll of his hips. You stopped your hand momentarily as your legs began to shake and a rush went through your body. Your lower belly tensed, and your walls clenched around him, holding him snugly in place, making it difficult for him to pull out to push back in as he started cumming.

Howl’s blue eyes sparkled in awe at the rush of wetness that spattered against his lower belly, dripping from his skin now. Your mouth parted in a silent scream as you arched your back and turned your head slightly, your whole body trembling in account.

You were panting, your chest heaving. Your eyes were cloudy and somewhat teary, and your hands were limp at your sides.

Howl couldn’t help but chuckle, he brushed gentle kisses against the inside of your calf. “Beautiful,” he praised you, continuing kissing your feverish skin.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. You were so good for me,” he murmured, striving to keep quiet still. Glancing at a window, he noted that the sun was gradually ascending through a beautiful haze of orange and pink clouds.

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AS DEMONS

you and Sebastian were pretty smug, especially when it applied to showing one another up. Whether it be in front of the Phantomhive staff, in front of the young earl—and especially in bed.

Sebastian tangled a hand in your locs, tugging a few of them in his grasp. His other hand raked his black fingernails against your naked back, leaving red thin lines in their wake. The disrupted skin welted with small beads of blood but they would eventually heal by the time morning rose.

FOR NOW

Sebastian’s sharp teeth harshly bit into your shoulder, staking his claim on you as your sharp nails scratched his broad chest. His dark hair was a mess, strands sticking upward, and in odd directions, if anyone saw him with such imperfections in his hair they’d think it was uncharacteristic of him.

You, however, were much more used to the sight of his ruined state.

He was on top of you, lapping at the blood that surfaced from your bitten skin. He brushed his red lips against the wounds as small apologies, his hips recklessly rutted against yours, his cock plowing inside you provoking your walls to spasm as you raised a leg.

In his ear, he could hear the sharp gasp that pierced from your throat. He could feel the way your body pulled tautly and your breast pressing against his naked chest as you arched your back from the black abyss that was your nest. Dark feathers gradually showered the area, some landing on your lover’s head or brushing against his back. A few landed on your chest when Sebastian would lift his upper body, or landed in the wake of your locs that pooled around your head.

HERE, YOU COULD BE AS LOUD AS YOU WANTED

You could scream, you could be as rough as you wanted with him, and the same applied to him for you, without interruption from concerned staff members.

Your head leaned back, your chin raised, exposing more of your neck as you choked out a cry. Your plush lips were parted, sharp teeth gleaming from an unknown light, and your triangular tongue slightly lolling from your mouth. Sebastian watched with sadistic glee, his eyes squinting slightly as a smirk smeared his bloodied lips.

With one last thrust upward, jabbing into a spot he knew all too well, he watched in fascination as his balls tightened and began cumming—filling you to the brim with his seed—as your hips stuttered and your essence sprayed the lower half of his stomach.

He was far too used to the lewd sight of you squirting.

HE WAS OBSESSED WITH GETTING YOU TO DO IT

OVER AND OVER AGAIN TO BE FRANK

He felt a sense of pride watching you writhe beneath him as your body would jolt. In reaction to so much pleasure, that it was almost painful, your hands would push at his chest, one eyelid hooded, and lower than the other, as you hissed.

He gave a deep chuckle, tilting his head to kiss your cheek.

“Asshole,” you murmured when your body settled. A purr rumbled from your throat, basking in his warmth as his chuckling proceeded.

“Now, now, let’s not be harsh. What sort of mate would I be if I couldn’t satisfy you so immensely.”

He laid on top of you on purpose, his face hovering over yours as that smug expression haunted you for the remainder of you being underneath him.

“Don’t you dare-”

“I’m simply one hell of a lover.”

He beamed as you groaned at that stupid catchphrase.

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Goku—

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SAIYAN MEN WERE A DIFFERENT BREED

you knew that for a fact with the way Goku acted behind closed doors within the privacy of your cozy home.

Normally his eyes were wide with glee, puppy-like happiness that would swirl within his dark eyes. His smile could light up an entire planet, presenting those pearly whites.

HOWEVER

Your back arched as your fingers gripped onto the sheets of your shared bedding. The bed squeaked under the pressure of Goku’s relentless thrusting. His vast hands were practically bruising your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, hooking into you to pull you back onto his cock. His narrowed eyes would often ascend your arched spine, watching sweat glide down your skin. His dark eyes descended your spine anew, a dark purr grumbled at the base of his chest, watching his length slick into you. There was a white ring of your juices coated around the base of him, his heavy balls slapped against your slit, and the sonance of your whimpers was like music to his ears.

You were drooling, completely drunk off the bliss of his cock stuffing you full. Your head was perched on a pillow you pulled closer to your person.

Your hips bounced as his cock continued its assault, and with each bounce, your breast followed. Goku was hypnotized with the way your ass rippled from each buck of his narrow hips. Your thighs were parted, and your knees would shift, in an attempt to crawl away as the tempo of his hips fucked you quickly.

He roughly pulled you back, forcing his knees on the bed, on either side of his.

“Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!Fu—ck!” you babbled, chanting the curse word as quick as his hips were moving.

Your lips parted as thunder rumbled in the sky outside, lightning brightening the dark clouds as you cried out. Messily, his cock slipped out of you, cum spurting on your lower back and one of the cheeks of your ass. In unison, your hips twitched, cumming harshly as you squirted with a force, dampening the sheets of your bedding, pooling between your knees.

Goku jerked his hips slightly between the cheeks of your ass to get out of his rut, cum leaking from the crown of his cock.

He huffed, still holding a tight grip on you.

His chest was still rumbling as he watched his cum gradually descend your outer thigh and roll past the cheek of her ass. He felt as if he were marking his claim on you further, his purring growing louder as he licked his lips.

He barely acknowledged the dampness under you both, his hand smearing his cum on you further in satisfaction.

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mourningwings · 9 months

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[nsfw drabble] — senseless craving

craving.

that was the only way you could describe your twitching fingers and heated skin. the heat as you squirmed and panted and burned wildly beneath him.

now you wanted him.

his hand slid to the back of your head and pulled your face flush to his, lips and tongues meeting in sloppy hunger. he’d done this minutes before, only then that kiss slipped a pill down.

and now you were wet down to the ends of your thighs, slowly spilling in anticipation. with want, want, need.

you needed him. you craved him.

“you know, i can't for the life of me remember how long this’ll last—”

he clutches your hair tighter in the back before his fingers glide to your chin, pulling it forward easily. soft pecks meet the beds of your cheeks and lick at the tears there.

a chuckle leaves him then, all ministrations pause for a brief moment before his hips swoop down to yours and start to grind. he goes until your moans pitch with such desperation he’s satiated.

“— but i get the feeling someone in your current state wouldn't mind being fucked senseless.”

— albedo, baizhu, barbatos, diluc, DOTTORE, leona kingscholar, ROOK HUNT, sebastian michaelis, SOLOMON, tighnari, welt yang

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aifanfictions · 6 months

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Write a story about (y/n) being the Phantomhive maid who helps Ciel and Sebastian with their cases and after going to the undertaker for information, Undertaker starts to slowly fall in love with (y/n)

Whims of the Reaper

In the grand halls of the Phantomhive Manor, (Y/N) continued her diligent work as the ever-graceful maid of the distinguished household. Each day, the bond with Ciel and Sebastian grew stronger, and her efficiency in managing the grand estate reached new heights. But, little did she know, the eccentric storm was brewing, ready to unravel the calm of her structured life.

The peculiar tale began on a foggy evening when a case took Ciel Phantomhive, the young Earl, and his loyal demon butler, Sebastian, to the Funeral Parlor run by the enigmatic Undertaker. The mortician had an unyielding fascination with death, and his macabre sense of humor was as peculiar as his profession. As they stepped into the dimly lit parlor, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a shiver down her spine. The Undertaker's peculiar aura was impossible to ignore.

Undertaker emerged from the shadows with a dramatic flair, a morbid chuckle escaping his lips. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, gleamed with twisted interest as he welcomed his guests. "Ah, young Phantomhive and Sebastian! What brings you to my humble establishment today?"

With an air of mystery and mischief, Ciel explained the nature of their case, and Undertaker was immediately engrossed. His odd commentary, a unique blend of the morbid and the surreal, left (Y/N) both intrigued and baffled. Her wide eyes darted from Undertaker to her young master and his butler, trying to make sense of it all.

As the conversation continued, Undertaker's fascination with their case was overshadowed by his growing intrigue in the unassuming Phantomhive maid. (Y/N) stood near the door, her presence both calm and bewitched by the eccentricities she was witnessing.

Undertaker couldn't help but be drawn to her. There was something about the way she furrowed her brow at his oddities, her innocence contrasting his morbid world. He longed to unravel the mysteries of her heart just as he did with the souls that came into his care.

When the business was concluded, Ciel and Sebastian prepared to leave. Undertaker's eyes, however, were no longer on the Phantomhive Earl but on the Phantomhive maid who stood near the door.

Approaching (Y/N), he leaned closer, his breath chillingly cool on her ear. "You, my dear, are not like the others who grace my parlor. You see, I find your innocence utterly captivating."

(Y/N) blinked in surprise, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Thank you, sir, but I must be going now."

Undertaker's laughter danced with an eerie melody. "Oh, my dear, I hope to see more of you in the future. There is something truly delightful about your presence amidst all this death."

As (Y/N) stepped out of the Funeral Parlor, she couldn't shake the feeling that Undertaker was unlike anyone she'd ever met. His eccentricity and morbid fascination were a stark contrast to the life she led at the Phantomhive Manor. Yet, there was a curiosity in her heart, a yearning to understand the mysteries that lay beneath his peculiar exterior.

Unbeknownst to (Y/N), Undertaker's interest in her had awakened a dormant side of his own heart. His fascination for death and the unknown was slowly eclipsed by a desire to understand the living, to grasp the complexities of human emotion, and to delve into the enchanting depths of (Y/N)'s soul.

As the days passed, (Y/N)'s encounters with Undertaker became more frequent. His visits to the Phantomhive Manor, each more eccentric than the last, would soon become a peculiar routine. His fondness for tea parties, during which he regaled (Y/N) with tales of the dearly departed, gradually transformed into moments of lighthearted banter and shared laughter.

The Phantomhive household watched with varying degrees of amusement and concern as Undertaker, the eccentric mortician, attempted to court the Phantomhive maid with a perplexing mix of macabre curiosity and eccentric charm. While Ciel and Sebastian were ever watchful of the maid's safety, they couldn't deny the curious bond that seemed to be forming.

Undertaker's heart, hidden beneath layers of eccentricity and morbidity, began to beat in a way it hadn't for centuries. And for (Y/N), the journey was equally baffling and captivating, as she found herself inexplicably drawn to the reaper whose world was as mysterious as the afterlife itself.

Each tea party with Undertaker brought new tales, bizarre stories that ranged from tragic to utterly absurd. They reveled in laughter, the distinct camaraderie growing between the reaper and the maid, both trapped in a dance of eccentricity that only they could understand.

Yet, there was something that Undertaker couldn't quite put into words. A feeling that defied logic, a longing that went beyond the realm of morbid fascination. He found himself entranced by the way (Y/N) would touch her fingers to her lips when she was lost in thought, or the way her eyes sparkled with innocence when she found his bizarre tales amusing.

His attraction to her was a complex tapestry of desire and intrigue, woven with the threads of both life and death. He couldn't help but wonder what it was about her that had captured his reaper's heart.

(Y/N) too found herself intrigued by the peculiar reaper. She had never met anyone like Undertaker, whose eccentricity was a stark contrast to the rigid world she had known. His stories, while bizarre, held a unique charm, and she couldn't help but feel a strange fondness for the mortician who found delight in death.

Yet, as Undertaker slowly unraveled the enigma that was (Y/N), he couldn't help but wonder if there was room in his heart for a love that was as unconventional as he was. As the days turned into weeks, his courtship of the Phantomhive maid took on a new dimension, a blend of eccentricity and longing that defied the boundaries of life and death.

As the eccentric reaper and the charming maid embarked on this peculiar journey of affection, the Phantomhive Manor witnessed the unfolding of a love story unlike any other. The grand halls that once echoed with secrets were now filled with the whimsical laughter of a reaper who danced with the living and a maid who dared to uncover the mysteries of the afterlife.

And so, amidst the eccentricity and the enigma, Undertaker and (Y/N) were drawn into a love that was as peculiar as it was profound. It was a tale of fascination, an eccentric affection that challenged the conventional understanding of love, and it would continue to unfold with each bizarre tea party and every morbidly delightful encounter.

In the grand halls of the Phantomhive Manor, where secrets and enigmas abounded, the most unconventional love story was in the making, and it would continue to unravel with each tea party, every eccentric tale, and every moment of laughter that defied the boundaries of life and death.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

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jester-lover · 3 days

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P4 Relationship Headcanons

Authors Note/ I have read the manga up to the last English translated volume, but I’ll stick to the public school arc characterizations of them for convenience’s sake.

CW/fem! reader but otherwise no physical description , fluff, kindof accurate Victorian courting, a little angst, manga spoilers! I most definitely forgot this arc was getting animated, so I’m late, might be a little OOC, it’s been a few months since I read the manga

Edgar Redmond

Flattery was his main method of gaining your affections: descriptive poems sent to your mailbox, tulips and chocolates left on your doorstep by a mysterious admirer—a carefully held facade that fell apart when Edgar realized just how badly he wanted your affections returned.

While he has always considered himself a free spirit, capable of swiftly moving from one lover to another, he has an epiphany when he realizes he needs exclusivity with you. Edgar has found something beyond flings with you, a woman who can truly make him nervous; make his heart beat against his chest every time you bless him with a glance.

He isn’t always the most touchy lover, but he tends to take your arm in his while the two of you are out together. (He’ll do nothing more, as he doesn’t want rumors to spread around your private relationship.)

Edgar tends to fuss over you a bit, fixing your dresses, brushing his fingers over your coat, and generally keeping your appearance looking tidy; it’s an act of service that displays his affections for you.

Lawrence Bluewer

When I say all of his sisters gang up on him to tease him about his crush on you, I mean it. Lawrence tried his best to keep his love for you a secret, but his yearning glances over his glasses reveal his truth. They encourage him to speak to you, giving him advice about what women like. (Trust me, he needs it.)

Lawrence is a very dedicated man, particularly when it comes to you. He holds up all of the important customs of an exemplary Victorian man and treats you as an equal in all matters.

He’s adamant on listening to your opinion on matters involving the two of you, but he’ll also ask for your opinions on issues in his home and dorm. Your opinion is important to him.

Lawrence is a very intelligent young man; if you ever find yourself struggling with your schoolwork or a matter of principle in your personal life, he’ll help out to the best of his ability.

Call him by any affectionate nickname, and that carefully held stoicism crumbles before you, and a red tint suddenly appears on his pale face. The only time he ever broke his own rules was after the cricket match, when he embraced you tightly in the stands after winning, so much more proud of his victory now that you had seen it.

Herman Greenhill

It feels as if someone has struck him in the heart each time he lays his eyes on you. He can feel the warmth of his skin and the sweating of his palms each time he tries to talk to you without stumbling through his words. Herman is so utterly rigid and awkward around you, it’s completely obvious he’s head over heels.

He’s often flustered around you, even when you’re already courting, as one of his ideals of chivalry and respect is treating ladies kindly. He acts like a strict old man and a shy schoolboy at the same time, wanting your touch so desperately but bashing himself for it.

You will probably have to enact most of the affection between the two of you, sneaking kisses when your chaperone turns away, holding his hand when you walk into a more private corridor of his residence, and cheering loudly at his games. The easiest way to get a reaction from Herman is by showing off your stockings; he’s a sucker for good hosiery.

Despite his proud and sort of arrogant personality, Herman is a shy and careful lover; he remembers all of your favorites and special days, and he loves receiving your praise. Whenever he achieves something, he immediately looks to you, waiting to see what you make of him.

Gregory Violet

You wouldn’t even know of his existence when he first saw you, but he was always there, with a thick black sketchbook filled with drawings of you, going about your daily routine and interacting with others in a way he only wished he could. The sheer amount of yearning he does could put the poets to shame.

You are his muse; even when Gregory is creating something completely irrelevant to you, he’ll remember you; you are so infused with everything he makes. Because he has put you on this goddess-like pedestal, he doesn’t think he deserves you, which is why he’s so surprised when you agree to court him.

Gregory’s affection comes in bursts; some days he’ll be too nervous to look you in the eye, but other times he’s practically joined at your hip. He’s not the most talkative lover, but when his eyes flit through you, examining you closely with a blush stretched across his features, he appreciates you like you are art.

He plays the role of the gentleman in public, keeping his respectful distance, but he often seeks your comfort in the few moments you can sneak alone, laying his head on your lap as you brush through his two-toned hair and rambling uncharacteristically about the struggles of his role. He’s a non-conformist, and he often wished the society you lived in wasn’t so strict, so that you and him could act as wild and free as you did in the leather binding of his sketchbook.

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bezierballad · 1 month

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The people who misgender Grell and call her a "he" are women who both simped for her and thought she was a man for years, and just still refuse to admit their homo/bisexuality.

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #grell sutcliff #grell my transgender queen #grell is a woman #transgender #I'm srs right now #If you look up any Grell x Reader on either Wattpad or Quotev #Or any Black Butler reader insert fic on either Wattpad or Quotev #Chances are: A. Reader is female #and B. Grell is constantly misgendered and referred to as “he”#Why can't we have one where reader is FtM trans?#Then they can be T4T

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xfgpng · 6 months

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reader description :: petite asian female, 21, 5’0, medium length straight hair + pale skin

reader :: jackie lee

commissioned :: ✔️ (as in a follower’s oc lmao, not my own)

warnings :: smut, name calling, blowjob, face fucking, unprotected sex + dacryphilia

if sebastian found jackie to be a nuisance, he wasn’t prepared for her obsessiveness after they had sex. it was a moment of weakness, on his part or that’s what he was trying to convince himself.

why else would he allow a human to have their way with him? he was ciel’s most loyal servant but what exactly did that mean for him and jackie?

she was still as bubbly and vibrant as she was when she first arrived only now, she seemed to take her relationship or lack there of with sebastian very seriously.

the girl knew how to get exactly what she wanted and when she wanted it, even if they were working, she’d find a way to get him alone, falling to her knees to please him the only way she could.

“such a good girl” he grunts, “for a slut”

he bites his lip, looking down as she swallows his cock. she chokes but refuses to let up, gripping his thighs.

“want me to fuck your throat?” he laughs, running his free hand through his hair.

when she nod, he scoffs.

“so fucking easy” he holds her head in place, slowly pulling out before snapping his hips forward again.

he enjoys the shocked look on her face, always ready to challenge him but she’d easily tear up, her pretty face turning a cute shade of pink when she’d cry.

sebastian might’ve slightly been more possessive than he’d care to admit but he hated the idea of anyone else seeing her like this.

“fuck” he groans, tossing his head back as he feels her throat tighten around his cock. he wasn’t small by any means but jackie was always ready to please him.

“shit stand up” he pulls her up and presses her against the concrete wall behind him, careful not to hurt her face.

he flips her skirt up, pushing her panties aside before shoving all the way in. he knows she’s ready, always is when it came to him so he didn’t have to waste time.

“you couldn’t wait to get home?” he asks, spanking her ass hard enough to leave red hand prints behind. she never seemed to learn her place despite his warnings.

“sebastian” she cries out, fucking herself back onto him. he was just so big that when he grabbed her waist, snaking his hand to press against her stomach, he could feel the bulge.

“just like that” he groans, “such a dirty girl”

“for you” she gasps, gripping his hand that was placed firmly on her waist.

he tried his best not to cum right away. sebastian was far from a weak human and he had great stamina but he’s never met anyone that was able to keep up with him the way jackie did.

lifting her right leg, he began fucking her harder and faster. he was certain people would be looking for them sooner or later and he’d hate to have this moment ruined all because she was impatient.

“fuck” she moaned which was cut off by him covering her mouth. he didn’t need anyone catching them in this state, not when she was so exposed. he’d have to kill them and he wasn’t in the mood for it today.

he can feel her legs giving out so he turns her around, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. like this, he’s so much deeper but he’s quick to kiss her to silence any of her sounds.

the sounds only he was privy to. no matter what he said on the outside or how much he tried to distance himself, jackie belonged to him.

#[ 🪼 ] xfg writes #[ 📍 xfgpng follower reqs ]#reader insert #kuroshitsuji sebastian smut #kuroshitsuji smut #black butler sebastian smut #black butler smut #black butler sebastian #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis smut #sebastian michaelis

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earls-wife · 11 months

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Hello! I hope y'all are well lovelies. Here's the next repost of The Earl and his Wife's marriage life.

Warnings: mature themes, no smut just a love struck man who body worships his wife with thoughts of his.

This takes place three years into The Earl and his wife's marriage.

Reader is always female.

The Lord's A Beggar

Astré wasn’t one to beg.

But he would if his wife asked him to worship her. He would even utter a “please” for his lady.

Head to toe she was every inch the goddess he dreamed of in his teenage years. How they met still burned him open for all others to see. Eyes that pierced his scheming agenda with such ferocity it shook his core. Gone were his plans for the day. Instead he was here, at her alter to worship and burn incense to his goddess. His one true love and companion.

Hands dragged up thighs that ran with warmth, the same warmth he had fallen into night after night. His lips chased the trail of goosebumps left behind in the chilly wake of his finger tips. She completed him. In every way he longed to have her by his side for every moment he drew breath, but that was impossible. Death would come for them both before he had his fill.

“My Lord, you have work to do.”

Her voice called to him so sweetly in his fevered haze that she had induced by existing. So different from Elizabeth, his cousin, she was. His wife never had to try for his attention, no she gathered it with a mere tilt of her head and impish grin. His wife never asked him for things or demanded he attend soirées. He would if she asked though. No, his wife was a silent woman who kept her secrets within the confines of the home he had for them to dwell in.

Her requests were easy, simple, like breathing.

“Must I? I would rather stay here and offer gifts to my lover. May I stay mon bijou?”

Only she could make him beg.

Mon bijou- my jewl

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bubbles0bop · 3 months

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Taking requests!

Not spoiler free!

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What I'll take requests for

Masterlist

JJK-

Headcanons:

•Yuta Okkatsu Headcanons

•JJK Relationship Headcanons (Nanami, Choso, Inumaki, Hakari)

•NSFW Yuta Okkotsu Headcanons

•JJK men with Breeding Kinks (NSFW)

Drabbles:

•JJK men watching their crush pole dance

•Comfort in Silence (Yuji Itadori x Reader after Shibuya)

•Waking up with Yuta

Black Butler 2024-

•Undertaker x Reader Headcanons

House Husband-

•Tatsu taking care of his wife while she's pregnant

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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hi this is the first time i ask for something here so i'm kinda nervous... very straight to the point i would like to ask for headcanons or a scenario for kuroshitsuji very specific reader is a friend of elizabeth visiting the phantomhive mansion elizabeth takes her friend along with her to meet Ciel, I want to know how you think Ciel and maybe Sebastian would react to being a Nephilim.

Nephilim Reaction Headcanons | Ciel & Sebastian

thank you for requesting, anon!

reader is assumed as being gender neutral and a nephilim

Ciel Phantomhive

ciel’s unfamiliarity and obliviousness to your heritage is solely because he’d never even considered crossbreeding a possibility — hell, he wasn’t even sure that angels were involved with humanity because sebastian never spoke about them.

so upon first meeting, he’d likely raise an eyebrow at your height (being rather tall due to your heritage) but that’s about it

he’d greet you politely and might poke fun at elizabeth for speaking about you so often — referencing previous conversations they had just to embarrass her (all in good fun, of course)

though he’d quickly realise how cautious and closed off sebastian had become in your presence and would call him away to discuss his concerns

and then the shock and even slight fear would set in

nephilim are real? nephilim exist? and there’s one in his drawing room feet away from his cousin and he hadn’t noticed

why were you here? elizabeth had known you since before ciel was taken so surely you weren’t here for him — unless you were… could nephilim predict the future?

his mind is racing a mile a minute with dozens of questions as he rejoins you and hides his concerns behind a thin lipped smile and a cup of tea

but the moment lizzy leaves and he’s about to confront you, you shush him, show your wings and assure him that you’re there of your own will and mean him and his contract no harm

you’re lizzy’s friend, not his enemy

and whilst he doesn’t entirely believe you and has sebastian shadow you whenever you’re near him, he is more at ease and open to interacting with you generally with his fiancée and personally to ask you what you knew about the supernatural and any cases he’d taken on

Sebastian Michaelis

it’s highly unlikely that sebastian was entirely oblivious to your heritage when elizabeth brought you up in conversation - knowing that you weren’t entirely human from her descriptions of your behaviours and accomplishments but falling short on placing exactly where you fell in the grand scheme of things.

all that to say, he wouldn’t react much externally when he saw you for the first time

but he would be slightly caught off guard by you because of how rare mixed-species creatures are in general - let alone in recent times when separation was so heavily pushed across the board

also not entirely fond of your angelic heritage and would be more likely to pick up on your flaws and tease you in a subtle enough manner that only you would pick up on it (i mean, he is a demon after all)

will flaunt his contract around you, emphasising what is his and treating it almost like a competition that you had no way of winning - not when the contract was already sealed

pulls on your wings as a form of teasing, grabbing and pulling on what your human companions can’t see in an attempt to get a rise out of you

all in all, you two will not get along and will end up being barely polite enough around each other as to not raise any suspicions from mortal company

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mcverse · 6 months

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☆ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐘𝐞𝐬/𝐍𝐨

☆ 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

☆ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓.𝟗𝐤

☆ 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: 𝟏. “𝐃𝐨 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝? 𝐃𝐨 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮?” 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

☆ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 (?), 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥, 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

☆ 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫: 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭. 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈’𝐦 𝐨𝐟𝐟 ț𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.

☆ 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐏𝐥𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝: 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟏𝟖+

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 & 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

Two weeks—that’s how long it took before you can finally get this close to him. Your interactions with your lover had been fleeting, thanks to his butler role at the Phantomhive Manor. It was no surprise when the feeling of neglect had time to settle in your chest, stirring something inside you, something that was out of your character.

It was just luck, really, that the Lord of the manor, Ciel, didn’t care enough about your frequent visits, as long as they didn’t interfere with Sebastian’s duties. He took pity on you; poor thing fell in love with a demon. That wouldn’t end well. You knew this, but didn’t care.

The only thing you plan on doing to interfere with his duties is adding yourself to his to-do list. And you’ve been attempting for so long. No matter how many times you've tried to steal a moment alone with him, whether by luring him into an empty room or catching him in a quiet hallway, he skillfully evades your advances, consistently finding reasons and opportunities to slip away.

Judging by his actions, or rather his lack of them, it’s challenging to determine if Sebastian shares the same feelings as you. He’s a master of concealing his emotions, unlike you, who wears your heart on your sleeve.

However, it’s reasonable to assume he faces his own challenges. This is the longest period you’ve gone without being entangled in each other’s arms, so it’s hard to believe that he would find it surprising if your attempts might resemble stalking, like a predator on the hunt, albeit unsuccessful in catching your prey.

What, in all honesty, did he assume would happen by neglecting you, fully aware of how humans, driven by their desperation and greed, can behave, especially given the many years he’s spent among them to know first hand?

This is why, one late evening, you succeed in catching him just outside Ciel’s door as he’s on his way out. Your petite figure holds his large frame against the door, and any passersby would likely find the scene somewhat amusing. However, their reactions don’t matter when he’s peering down at you so handsomely that, in a different setting, you might have felt compelled to tackle and ravish him.

You purse your lips, neither of you saying a word as a stare down takes place. Sebastian's head is slightly tilted to the side, his gloved hand to his chin as his expression remains relaxed. He doesn’t seem at all surprised that you're here pinning him down, in fact, he finds this situation amusing if the ingenious glint in his eyes didn’t give it away.

“What a pleasant surprise,” he says, his voice a rich blend of velvet and honey, smooth and tantalizing as he flashes his signature smile, “Who let you in?”

You raise a single eyebrow in response to his question, your scoff reflecting your unwavering resolve. As if anyone could stop you from finding him. It’s a connection etched deep within your soul, different from Ciel but just as unbreakable; you could track him down even at the gates of hell if necessary.

“Is this how you address the lover you’ve been avoiding?” you grumble, “I had thought you possessed better etiquette in the sway of romance.”

Sebastian softly chuckles at your comment, lifting a hand to delicately trace the contours of your cheekbones, his thumb tenderly caressing it. It wasn’t skin to skin, but it was almost enough to distract you from your mission. Almost.

“Is that what I’ve been doing? My sincerest apologies; that was never my intention.” he purrs. He retracts his hand moments later as you bump your chest into his, nearly pushing him back into the door, a motion that would surely result in a loud thud if he hadn’t placed a hand behind him.

“Somehow I can’t bring myself to believe you,” you retort, your tone carrying signs of vexation. These past weeks have left you frustrated and having him in front of you, playing coy when what you really want is a little extra loving and bruises to remember the next day irked you beyond words.

Jokes on him, you meticulously timed this encounter despite your impatience. Word has it that Sebastian is running well ahead of schedule today, leaving plenty of free time for you to fill.

"Why, yes, you've apprehended me. What's your plan now?" His grin widens, revealing a single fang, and he fixes an unwavering gaze upon you, his crimson eyes seemingly burning brighter in the dimly lit hallway. They were smoldering, almost suffocating to be held under but you had every intention of following through after the weeks you’ve had alone.

He has lived far longer than a normal man, been with countless women and men, likely understanding them better than any man of science alive. He knows very well what you want to do, what you're going to do or better yet, provoke him to do. And you knew exactly how.

“I want attention. Now.” you candidly exclaim.

A pregnant pause follows, an unnecessary long one before he replies, “Quite a bratty request from someone so sophisticated.” he glances away to the clock opposite of the wall, his eyes studying it as he adds nonchalantly, "Unfortunately, I must prepare desserts for Lady Elizabeth's visit with the young master tomorrow.”

Your confidence starts to wane as his words sink in. He didn’t take the bait. You were so sure he’d want to “put you in your place,” “remind you of your manners,” and lead you back to his room. It wasn’t difficult to comprehend, more in the form of it was disheartening to realize that you hadn’t succeeded as you thought you would again.

A pout takes the shape of your lips, you cast him a wide-eyed, hopeful expression, so cute and innocent, it would be hard for his true nature to say no to, “Please?” you implore, “I miss you…. Miss the way you hold me, tell me stories of your time in hell… the way only you can fuck me satified.”

Sebastian shifts his gaze from the clock to you, and for a moment, he freezes at your expression. Your large, doe-eyed eyes, your pretty rose-colored, pouty lips, and your persistent behavior all resemble a cat eagerly awaiting a scratch on the head, despite your vulgar words. His vixen kitty cat is what you are.

He wants to say yes; you can see it in the way his eyes soften, as if he’s on the verge of cooing at you. But instead, he shakes his head and says, “Everything has to be perfect by tomorrow. There’s no time to waste.” he finalized his decision.

Not ready to give up just yet, you blurt out, “Can I lend a hand?” before you can restrain yourself. You mentally scold yourself; baking has never been your strong suit, unlike cooking a hearty meal. However, you refuse to retract your offer. At this point, any opportunity for interaction with him would be more than welcome.

You mentally implore, ‘Just touch me!’ while you wait for his response. It shouldn’t take this long to think about it, especially since it was you who made the request. In an ideal scenario, he should have been the one to ask in the first place. Eventually, he agrees with a sigh, and his usual smile returns. “That’s acceptable. But follow my instructions precisely. There’s no room for errors,” he declares unapologetically, as if it were an unbreakable rule.

His word sparks an idea that might be more effective than relying on wide-eyed innocence and demands. After all, there was nothing this man prided himself on more than being one hell of a butler. It would be a real shame if nothing went according to plan…

You respond with a chester smile and curt nod as he turns to lead the way to the kitchen. Following behind him, you can’t help but feel giddy, thinking of all the many ways this could play out. On one hand, you’ll get bent over and raw-dogged, but on the other hand, he might just deny you the luxury of even breathing the same air as him for the next few weeks. It was a risk you had to take.

Upon arriving in the kitchen, he swiftly delegates the servants to time-consuming tasks on the distant side of the mansion. You’re appreciative of this because what you have in mind is unlikely to be a quiet affair.

“Where would you like me?” you chime, positioned in the center of the kitchen. You idly fiddle with your fingers, giving no hint to the lascivious images running through your head, which you both share.

‘Say underneath you,’ you consider.

‘Underneath me—’ he considers.

Yet, neither of you is aware that your thoughts align perfectly.

"Can you manage the cupcake preparation?" he asks, rolling up his sleeves to the elbow in an attractive manner, then gathering the necessary ingredients for you. Placing them in front of you, he steals a brief glance at you before moving to attend to another task.

"Yes, sir~" you emphasize the "sir," offering a smile as you start humming a tune you've cherished since you discovered it. You begin mixing the ingredients, not particularly concerned about making a mess. Sebastian was bound to take notice, given his meticulous nature; he could spot a cobweb in the corner of the high ceiling in the main room.

When you reach the most enjoyable part—the whisking—you lose track of your surroundings. It's strangely hypnotic, subtly distracting your attention from the initial reason you're here in the first place.

"You're whisking it incorrectly," Sebastian's voice suddenly appears near your ear, his large hands enveloping your own and expertly guiding you to the proper technique—folding, not swirling. “That’s better. Do you believe you can manage it independently now?” His tone lowers to a luscious whisper, intimate and enticing, as he momentarily halts your movements. “Can you?”

His tone sends a wave of heat through your body, and suddenly, the room feels like it’s warmed by a few degrees Celsius. Your mind fills with snippets of flashbacks, each connected to that very tone he’s using, making you involuntarily squeeze your thighs together even tighter.

You pause before responding. This was somewhat unexpected—just a tad. Since your arrival in the kitchen, you haven't done anything significant to raise concern or be labeled as bratty or disorderly in his terms.

He approached you, not out of the kindness of his heart, as he lacks one in truth, but because you were genuinely—there's no simpler way to put this; because you were yourself. You didn't need to do anything mischievous to capture the demon's attention. He already had his sights set on you.

You nod in a dazed manner, stealing a glance at him from beneath lowered lashes, your mouth slightly agape as your breath quickens. If he continues like this, you'll end up panting like a dog. Typically, you're not so needy, not so easily reduced to putty, but after two weeks without physical contact, normal doesn’t fit nowadays.

“That’s right, good little kitten…” he softly murmurs.

The involuntary clenching of your pussy shouldn't be happening, and your eyes shouldn't be fluttering closed as your mind replays those words over and over. You’re licking your lips, craving more of his praise. Yet, yes it did happen, and you can't wait for the moment he's inside, so you can drive him just as wild as he's driven you.

He instructs, “Carry on,” retracting his hands back and resting them on your waist. He observes your hands closely as they work. Your movements feel a bit rigid as you remind yourself that there’s no need to err on the path to achieving your desires.

He's tracing gentle circles on your waist, a comforting action, yet you desire more—this feels like a tease, nothing more. It does succeed in causing a stutter in your movements, and you'll give him that. But if he genuinely wanted you to unravel, he knew very well what he had to do.

"Focus," he gently reminds you as his hands move sensually from your waist to your hips, where he firmly grasps and pulls you closer to him. Beneath the thick fabric of your dress, you can feel a distinct bulge pressed against your lower back, clearly revealing just how aroused he is in that moment.

With care, his hands venture lower, down to your legs. On either side, he gathers your dress in his hands tightly and raises it, exposing the smooth skin beneath.

He thrusts forward against your underwear-clad ass, the sight of your delicate skin, so close and yet still beyond his grasp, contributing to the fall of his patience.

If you fold the batter any faster, the bowl might just take flight. His pace is deliberate, but it's evident that he's just as eager as you are, only secretly till now. No surprise, the knowledge that he wants you as much as you want him only makes you wetter.

"Slower," he whispers in your ear, although his actions contradict his words. He's hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear. He could have easily slid them down your soft thighs and toned calves, having you step out, but where's the excitement in that?

A resounding faint tear fills the spacious kitchen and a gasp escapes your lips as the shredded layers of your underwear are dropped at your feet. You glance down, frowning. You just brought those this week.

There's little time to dwell on them as Sebastian adeptly spreads your legs apart with one foot. His bucks against your ass continues as he applies gentle pressure to your upper back. Just enough to arch your back, dress still in his hand, and create a new angle that presses his bulge against your bare folds..

You release a low hiss, the friction of the fabric gives a little pleasure with a mix of uncomfortability. But there’s a delicious side to this: you can feel just how hard he was without the thick layer of your dress. His throbbing cock strained against his thin layered pants, you can feel it jump as he runs his crotch between your folds. Slow but with purpose.

He allows you the pleasure to buck back, matching his pace, for as long as you continue your job given—which he reminds you with a tsk and harsh thrust that sends you forward with a squeak, the edge of the counter knocking your lower stomach, the pain sinkin in immediately.

You go to stabilize yourself, holding on to your stomach with one hand but he swats it, “Place them both back where they belong.” he orders, using his own hand to gently rub your stomach instead. The small action has you swooning and following his demands again, albeit more desperate as it shows in the way you buck it back harder.

His other occupied hand holding your dress, drops it so it rests against your lower back before giving your ass some attention. He grabs it, fondling it, crescent-shaped imprints on your skin. "So soft," he praises, the words only adding to further encourage you to get wetter.

You momentarily lose focus once again, he makes you feel so good… your lips pursed, and your tongue darts out to moisten them as you release a sigh, uttering his name in a pleading tone, "Sebastian..."

The sigh transforms into an unexpected yelp as he administers a firm slap to your ass, sending a jolt of pleasure racing down to your clit. When you glance back at him, you're met with a charming smile, his crimson eyes half-lidded as they meet your gaze. "I don't recall giving you permission to stop," he teases, his voice carrying a hint of authority. "Stay focused, my dear."

The sharp slap stung, leaving a crimson handprint in its wake. Usually, one might instinctively seek relief, but he sends you a pointed look, raising his hand as if silently asking if you thought he was joking.

It's a challenge to maintain your concentration when he's so tantalizingly close to where you want him. Your arousal flows between your legs, coating your folds, glistening and threatening to trickle down your inner thigh.

If he were to lower his hand just a bit, he could witness the undeniable effect he has on you. How you're genuinely being good, growing so wet and eagerly anticipating his effortless entry. The mere thought of his long, thick cock sliding in with a single powerful thrust, while you bite down on your lower lip to stifle a moan, only to fail..

You turn back towards the task at hand, clutching the whisk's handle once more. Your eyebrows arch upwards, and your lips part, releasing gentle breaths. It’s no easy task, to say the least. He continues to playfully tease, caressing the flesh of your ass and delivering teasing slaps as your wrist trembles. You find yourself melting into a disheveled state while he remains as composed as the day you first met.

"You're doing wonderfully, kitten," another praise slips from his lips. He deftly removes his glove, holding it between his teeth before dropping it onto the counter. He then returns his attention to your body, his hand venturing lower to graze your inner thigh.

"Those cupcakes are going to taste," he purrs, sliding a finger through your folds as he continues, "so sweet. The young master will be quite pleased." There was definitely a double meaning to his words.

Your legs tremble, and you instinctively lean your weight against the counter as he brushes against your clit before diving back into your folds. There's a thud and clank that follows when he returns to your clit, immediately starting to rub tight circles. He causes you to accidentally spill the contents of the bowl. Damn it.

"You're causing quite a mess," he teasingly taunts, and you're slightly uncertain if he's referring to what's between your legs or the counter. "No matter. There's still enough for the next step. Grab the paper holders and arrange them in the tray before filling them up..."

"Fill them up," God, you wish he would put an end to this game and fill you up instead. Your need is overwhelming, and you can't fathom why he's prolonging this.

With trembling hands, you follow his instructions, albeit clumsily due to the circumstances, making more of a mess. Almost inaudible mewls escape your lips; this isn't nearly enough for you. Your clit throbs painfully under the pads of his finger, and you're certain he can feel it.

"Okay," you mumble shakily, "Is the oven on—nahh!" you exclaim when, as you turn around with the tray in hand, Sebastian unexpectedly slides his finger into your pussy, curling it fully inside. The sudden, startling intrusion catches you so off guard that the tray slips from your hands and joins your underwear on the floor.

He shakes his head, his tongue clicking in disapproval as he follows your gaze. He wiggles his finger in sync with his head, uttering, “That’s unfortunate. You’re going to have to start over.” Withdrawing his fingers to the tips, he then plunges them back in, adding another finger much deeper that has your back arching and your fingers clutching the counter, desperately seeking support.

An impish grin spreads across his face as he leans in to nip at your ear, his chest pressing firmly against your back. “You’d better hurry. Time is running out,” he purrs.

A wanton moan effortlessly escapes your already parted, quivering lips. Your eyes teeter on the brink of closing as he drives his fingers with a devilish, unrelenting rhythm into your already drenched pussy. He shamelessly abuses you with the pleasure you were desperately craving, yet it only serves to fan the flames of that annoying itch, leaving you wanting for more.

How can he possibly expect you to concentrate? You’re reduced to mere squeaks, your vocalizations composed of nothing but breathless “ahs” and a chorus of curses that escalate in volume. Then, he delves in once more, curling his fingers upward, skillfully targeting that sensitive spot deep within your walls—the very one that sends your toes into an instinctive curl.

“If you can’t keep your focus,” he warns, his voice dripping with seductive promise, “I’ll have no choice but to take charge. And trust me, you will not be satisfied.”

Sensing the gravity of his demands, you hurry to follow his instructions, despite the relentless bullying that borders on sadistic. It's not unexpected from a demon hailing from hell. In the grand scheme of things, his actions are undeniably the most sinful.

After you finish whisking the batter for the second time, he withdraws his fingers completely. Curiosity gets the best of you, and you glance back just in time to witness him sticking out his tongue, wrapping it sensually around his digits, and sliding them into his mouth with a seductive groan. For a fleeting moment, his eyes flash pink. But when you blink, it's as though nothing happened.

You're overcome with excitement as he skillfully unbuttons his trousers and unzips them with one hand. With bated breath, you eagerly await the sight of the very cock you've been fantasizing about for days while you've been touching yourself.

You slowly moisten your lips with a seductive lick as he lowers his underwear, just enough to release his fully erect cock. It's a shade darker than his skin, and it's painfully hard with a slight upward curve, adorned with prominent veins.

The most noticeable vein runs along the right side, leading to a flushed, red, mushroom-shaped head that's already glistening with precum. If given the chance, you'd love to thoroughly clean him up and then, of course, attend to the untidy kitchen.

"I think you deserve a reward for being so well-behaved," he hints, stroking his cock a few times, dragging the precum down his length, the motions smoother. What would help better is the sweet slickness between your legs, but he'd much prefer to have it directly because, he admits, there's no greater feeling than being inside your plush, wet walls.

If there were a heaven to gain access to, it would be just that—a place where he could freely come and go as he pleases. Like how he naturally ruins anything he touches, he’s bound to corrupt you from the inside out. When he’s finished with you, no human beneath the sun will be able to set your body ablaze in quite the same way as he does.

You nod your head eagerly, conveying your agreement. You press your hips backwards, unabashedly presenting your ass as he gazes intently at your exposed pussy from the back. "Put it in!" you whine, swaying your hips, the movements causing your ass to jiggle enticingly with each bounce.

Sebastian firmly grasps your hip to halt your eager movements. He lines up the head of his cock with your entrance, teasing you by thrusting only the tip inside before pulling back, repeating the tantalizing motion.

Throughout this torment, a smirk plays his lips, while your increasingly needy whimpers fill the air. "Have I truly neglected you so much to elicit this reaction from this alone?" he asks knowingly. "If you don't hush those tempting sounds, someone might intrude, and you wouldn't want that, now would you?"

You attempt to back up, intending to sink down onto his cock, but he firmly holds his ground. "I can't stay quiet! You're being so cruel... I need you. I want you so badly."

He sighs, as if you're more trouble than you're worth, and he firmly grasps your hips with both hands, squeezing in warning. "You still have a lot of work to do. Humans have always been idle and fragile, but I suppose we could take a break," he suggests, all the while slowly sinking into you. His lips part ever so slightly, while yours drop open, releasing a sultry moan.

As you suspected, you're incredibly wet, and your pussy barely registers the stretch since there's no resistance as he enters. However, that doesn't prevent your walls from eagerly clamping down once he's fully settled. They seem to have a mind of their own, ravenous and determined to keep him inside after days of no interaction.

The longing for fullness has been partially satisfied, and as you clutch the edge of the counter tighter, you back up onto him closer until his balls gently brush against your clit. You’re more than prepared for the main course.

Since entering you, Sebastian remains silent. You can easily picture it without needing to look. His eyes closed as he nestled into your moist warmth, his grip almost painful on your hips as you envelop him completely. It's as if you're drowning him, even though he’s nowhere near water. Undoubtedly the best human he has ever had the honor of tasting.

You gulp, placing both your hands on his, allowing gravity to pull you down until your chest is flush on the counter. "M-Move," you demand, your face flushed as you feel the pulsing of both his cock and your pussy beat. You’re desperate now. "Please move— " You need him to, need him to pound into you until all your frustration mellows to nothing.

He opens his eyes and glances down at you, his gaze fixed on the curve of your back, appreciating how it flexes and twitches in response to just being stilled inside. Taking a hand, he feathers it down your spine, pleased at your twitching increases. Oh what he could do to you if he let himself.

"Aren't you being quite the greedy kitten? I'm giving you all the attention you've been meowing about." He trails his hand up your spine once more, gripping the back of your neck, exerting firm control, but not enough to harm you, as you both know he could.

You were undeniably playing with fire, engaging with a man as unearthly and devilish as the devil himself. He was here with you, a human, his fresh source of amusement. It should disgust you, but instead, it only intensifies your desire to kneel before him and beg for more pleasure. He gives it best.

“Sebby, please!” Tears had already welled in your eyes, even though he hadn’t moved yet. He’s right there—right there, with his cock inside you, and he’s still toying with you. There’s a time and place, and that time has passed. If he doesn’t move, you’ll move for him. “Please…”

He tilts his head, and his smirk evolves into a condescending smile. "You feel hotter than usual. Tighter and messier. You should be enjoying having me inside you right now instead of behaving bratty. Let’s stay like this for the moment,” he decides without considering your opinion, then continues, whispering sweet nothings. "Do you know how sinful it is for an angel to lie with a demon? No amount of redemption can admit you to heaven. You're bound to me until your last dying breath."

You know; you didn’t plan on having it any other way.

Fed up with his teasing, you rise up on your forearms to pull slightly forward before falling back, your round ass slaps against his pelvis, the sound echoing through the room. It's a more forceful impact than you had initially intended, but you persist in that motion, using him for your own pleasure until he abruptly seizes control. He pushes your head against the counter with a firm hand on the back of it as he meets your final thrust, pinning your hip between his body and the counter’s edge.

"Am I coming across as if I'm messing around?" he asks, his tone carrying a hiss. "Do I appear as though I won't punish you?"

You've reached a point where your initial plan might be more appealing than enduring this torment. It's a day you never thought you'd see—the day you'd be more than willing to accept punishment. Sebastian has a way of bringing out unusual facets of you.

"I don't care!" you whine, squirming in his grasp, your eyes on the hand gripping the counter edge. He holds it so tightly, and you fear he might break it based on the twitching veins. "Let me go. If you're going to act like this, then I'll find someone else!" you lie, hoping to elicit a favorable reaction.

You believed it didn't work. His grip on your head falters as he lifts it away from you. He withdraws from your warmth, and for a moment, a pang of hurt pricks at your chest. Is he genuinely willing to let you be with someone else?

Then the hand that was on your head returns to the back of your neck, and his hips thrust forward with a force that has you moaning immediately and clenching around his cock so rapidly.

His other hand joins the fray, gripping your hips firmly. Each of his thrusts against your ass threatens to send you soaring, and there's no mercy in the way he moves. He leaves you no time to breathe properly, only allowing sharp intakes as you moan and gasp.

"What's the matter? Can't handle it, kitten?" Sebastian taunts breathlessly, his eyes peering down at your frail, useless arms at your side, desperately seeking something to cling to. Your hair is already sticking to your cheek as being bend over by Sebastian makes it feel like he's turned up the heat by a thousand degrees.

You look absolutely pathetic, yet so incredibly alluring, his cunning little vixen who dared to suggest that kind of offer earlier. You had this coming. "I can't hear you," he grunts. Your pussy takes him so nicely, yet it's so tight that he almost regrets not fucking into it enough to force it to remember the shape of him these past few weeks.

"Seb—mhm—Sebby~" you moan loudly, your attempts to form words hindered by the overwhelming pleasure surging through your body. Your mind is on the verge of shutting down as his cock drives into you, dominating and bullying your insides completely, channeling all the unspoken emotions he doesn’t dare say.

With an effortless motion, his hand leaves your neck, moving up just a few inches to thread his fingers through your hair. He twirls it around his hand and grips it firmly, using it as a handle as his pace quickens. At this moment, there's little distinction between you and a wild animal. Due to your earlier behavior, acting like a bitch in heat, he has no choice but to remind you of your place: always beneath him.

He tugs on your hair, making you stand up with your back flush against his clothed chest. His arm wraps around your midsection, and his breath tickles your ear. His gaze fixates on the side of your face as this new angle causes your mouth to form an "o" due to the increased depth he reaches.

His tip hits the roof of your slick gummy walls, causing your eyes to tightly shut and your stomach to contract in sync with your grip on his cock. The pleasure is intense, bordering on pain, especially with his lack of care to bring you to the edge faster than your usual pace.

His hand in your midsection sinks lower, dipping between your legs to find the compulsive little nub he was teasing earlier before this assault on you he calls a lesson. As soon as his finger lands on it, he starts rubbing tight figure-eights. Your back arch off his clothed chest as the duel feeling of being fucked and toyed with pushes you towards what you believe is the most intense organsm you’ve ever experienced.

You grip the wrist of the hand that's stimulating your clit, and you reach back to tangle your fingers in his hair as you attempt to push back onto him, while seeking the pleasure his finger is offering. "Too much!" you moan, but you don't stop as the intense pleasure walks the fine line between pleasure and pain and your were so hellbent on reaching.

"I don't believe it's enough," Sebastian responds nonchalantly, releasing his hand from your hair and snaking it around your neck. He tightens his grip, slowly reducing your airflow just enough to make you feel light-headed and compliant. Your mouth hangs open in silent whimpers as he continues to fuck you harder.

Your slick pussy trickles down your thigh, staining his pants in the process. It's messy and loud, the sounds resonating in the room, causing your face to flush with embarrassment, but this only further fuels Sebastian. "If you would have just behaved yourself, you’d have gotten what you wanted eventually," he declares, “Look at what you’re causing me to do.”

He emphasizes his point by pulling back to the tip and ramming his cock back inside. You felt it, your pussy twitching with tightness but you were on the verge of passing out to react anymore than that. “I said… look.”

He grips your face firmly and guides your head down to witness the mess between your thighs. Your legs are noticeably shaking, and your stomach tenses as the sight makes you shudder. Before you know it, the tightness breaks, and a flood of pleasure washes over you. The sensation is both painful and pleasurable, as if you've just released a shameful burden from your chest.

Together, you both witness your body gushing around his cock as he continues to move, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. You come uncontrollably, the evidence splattering everywhere within reach: the counter, the floor, his pants, running down your legs, and even staining your poor dress.

“Holy fuck, God—“ you sputter, body twitching in the aftermath, legs buckling underneath you as your numbing pulse starts to return to normal. You whimper, Sebastian still fucking into you, only slower, but after such an intense orgasm, you’ve gotten really sensitive.

"No," he starts, turning you to look at him, immediately noticing his eyes were pink and unlike before, blinking didn't make them disappear, "I'm simply one hell of a lover," he flashes you a smirk before capturing your lips and increasing his pace again. You moan against his mouth, your body writhing as he loops an arm around your midsection to keep you close.

"It hurts..." you manage to say before he captures your lips again to silence you, giving a few more thrusts before pausing, deeply buried inside you, as he releases his warm load, coating your quivering walls with his cum with a loud groan against your lips. The amount is surprisingly substantial, likely due to the past two weeks, and what it can't contain drips out around his cock.

A few minutes later, he pulls away from the kiss, releasing a small huff of air before opening his eyes, which are back to their normal color. "My apologies. I lost control in that last moment," he admits, watching as you return his gaze with a tired expression. And tired you probably are; in comparison, Sebastian appears unruffled, while you look like you've weathered a storm with strong winds.

"It's alright..." you mumble, your eyes slowly closing. "But you're buying me a new pair of underwear."

Sebastian smiles, withdrawing from you, adjusting your dress, and then cradling you gently in his arms, carrying you in a bridal style. "Of course. Let's get you cleaned up and give you some well-deserved rest. You look rather exhausted, my dear."

You can only manage a tired nod as your eyes close, and your mind briefly drifts back to the baking mix before sleep lulls you into a peaceful slumber.

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*ೃ༄ The Girl Who Spit Flowers

warnings: slow burn, angst, mentions of puke, some dialogue taken directly from the movie, time skips, mentions of death, hanahaki disease :’)

pairing: elvis presley/austin!elvis x reader

word count: 4k

*:･ﾟ✧ ‘56

“ellis presley, blue moon boys, you’re up next.” the stage manager calls towards scotty as he rushes backstage, guitar in hand. he pushes the back door open and descends the stairs, where bill is staring at a poster with their name on it.

the latter lets out a scoff, “ellis presley…got a nice ring to it.”

scotty chuckles and motions for bill to follow him back towards elvis, dixie, gladys, and vernon. gladys gives the boys a kind smile before returning her attention back to her son.

“w-what if i forget the words on live radio? i ain’t no jimmy rogers snow.” elvis panics, sipping on the cola dixie had grabbed for him, “a-and where the hell is (y/n)?! ian’ going on without her!”

dixie looks up at him dejectedly as he hands the bottle of cola back to her, it suddenly feeling like a bag of bricks.

she always felt like she was competing with you. elvis would tell her that you were no more than a friend, but she wasn’t blind. the way you looked at him spoke stories.

“no one expects you to be jimmie rogers snow.” his father speaks, avoiding answering his question.

bill nods, “it’s just a bit of clowning around.

“that’s how we got this thing started in the first place.” scotty joins.

gladys rubs her son’s arm reassuringly, “scotty and bill are right, elvis. you’re not out there on your own. you boys are a band. the lord gave us music to bring people together. we’re like a family, and family’s the most important thing of all.”

“the family ain’t complete without (y/n).” elvis snaps, his nerves getting the best of him. as if on cue, you come through the door and trudge down the steps. your hands are visibly shaking as you wipe the corners of your mouth and force a smile. everyone but elvis seems to notice your unusual demeanor.

you force an awkward laugh, “sorry, i got caught up watching that snow boy on stage.”

elvis frowns at that and immediately opens his mouth to complain. his mother, however, rubs the back of his neck and cuts him off.

“if the good lord wants to speak through song here tonight, we are but vessels of His will. come on now, booby.” she motions for everyone to come in closer, “jesse is shining bright tonight.”

the elder woman looks up into the sky, the rest of the group following suit. she leads in song as one-by-one, they all join.

♪ some glad morning…

when this life is over…

i’ll fly away…

i’ll fly away, oh glory…

i’ll fly away, i’ll fly away…

i��ll fly away, i’ll fly away… ♪

as the song comes to a finish, sam walks through the door followed by marion.

“better get on up! they’ve just made a big announcement about you on the radio.” he says, his face seemingly just as pale as elvis’.

“folks are real excited!” marions quips before nudging him, “sam, don’t look so worried.”

elvis and his family make their way up the stairs, him and the band heading backstage while the rest go find some seats. before you can part with the others, the raven haired boy grabs you by the arm.

“why’d ya disappear like that?” he glares, his blue eyes dark.

you look back at the others nervously, but elvis is quick to grab your chin and make you face him.

“don’t look at them, look at me. what’s going on with you lately?”

“i-”

“elvis come on, we’re on!” scotty calls, saving you from a conversation you weren’t ready to have.

as he walks away, he mouths, “we ain’t done.”

𓍊𓋼𓍊

that night after the show, you, dixie, vernon, and elvis sat at the table awaiting supper. the show was exhilarating, and while you wanted so badly to talk to elvis about it, you didn’t want him asking any more questions about where you’d ran off to. you watch with a bitter taste in your mouth as he and dixie sit close to one another, whispering about something.

you can only sit and watch for so long before you abruptly stand up and head towards the kitchen where gladys is.

“need help with anything?” you speak softly so as to not startle her. she looks up at you and notices the wetness in your eyes. before you can react, she’s pulling you into a loving hug.

“oh, honey. he’ll come to his senses soon.”

you sigh. at times, you wished you had been better at hiding it. gladys promised to keep your secret, but having someone know meant you were being watched. any time you had to step away, any time you randomly skipped supper, she knew. that somehow made what you were going through ten times more painful.

later on, as you all sat at the table eating, elvis cleared his throat.

“i’m gonna be joinin’ hank snow on his tour.”

you choke on your soup, gaining the attention of everyone. feeling the thickness in your throat, you run to the bathroom and lock the door.

“so, without so much as a word to your daddy and me, you quit your job to run around in that rickety jalopy, speeding down dangerous road, getting girls all hopped up.” you can hear the anger in gladys voice as you sit on the tiled floor, head against the toilet. you blink slowly, trying to gain the energy to walk out and put a smile on your face.

“...soon, you’ll be drinking, going off to them slut parties–”

“mama!” elvis cuts her off. you can’t help but feel another painful wave of nausea at the thought.

a knock at the door startles you. you quickly flush the toilet, rinse your mouth, and unlock the door.

“dixie?”

she pushes herself in and locks the door behind her. you stand uncomfortably against the bathroom counter, having never been left alone with her. you knew she didn’t really like you; you had the luxury of knowing elvis since he was a young boy. you were special to him, and she didn’t like that.

“what is going on between you and elvis?” she leans against the door with her arms crossed. you can still hear the commotion going on at the table.

“what do you mean? i–we grew up together, he’s my best friend.”

she scoffs, her face turning a nasty shade of pink.

“are you pregnant with his child or somethin’?”

you can’t help but let out an exasperated laugh. you quickly cover your mouth as you notice the serious look on her face.

“i’m not pregnant, dixie.”

“then what’s with all the runnin’ away, throwin’ up, whisperin’ to gladys?”

your blood runs cold. you should’ve been more careful. you watch as her eye seemingly catches onto something near the toilet.

“shit, (y/n).” is all she says, her angry expression softening. there on the creme colored tiles lays a lone flower petal.

“please don’t tell him.” is all you can get out, tears already threatening to leave your sullen eyes.

“oh, i won’t.” dixie scoffs, “it’s not like there’s anything you can do anyway. elvis is mine.”

the sound of a door slamming causes the both of you to jump. dixie gives you one last glare before leaving you alone. you topple over and choke out some more petals.

as elvis’ career began to skyrocket, your friendship pummeled. you heard from gladys that elvis had broken things off with dixie right before the school formal. she sounded hopeful, but you knew better.

time flew, and the pain refused to suffice.

*:･ﾟ✧ ‘57

gladys ended up asking you to move in with her and vernon permanently. you had stayed in and out of the presley residence since you were thirteen, but by age eighteen you felt you were burdening them and slept on a cot on the upper level of club handy, it was yours in exchange for some labor.

you accepted her offer only because you knew how lonely she was while her son was out and about. you were lonely too.

one morning, elvis came barging in, his pearly whites on show. you were sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal, startled by the loud noise.

“how ya been, darlin’?” he asks, pulling you up from your chair into a warm embrace.

“good. your mama’s missed you.”

he pulls away with a chuckle, “you say that as if ya didn’t.”

before you can argue, gladys emerges from her room and gives her son a big hug. vernon comes soon after and pats the boy on the back.

“i’ve got a surprise for y’all.”

that day, elvis showed you all your new home. graceland.

𓍊𓋼𓍊

“i see you’ve been gettin’ in a bit of trouble.” you chuckle, handing the raven haired boy a newspaper you had collected. he stands up from his spot on your room floor and joins you on your bed. it’d been a while since you two had spent time together.

elvis doesn’t speak for a while, causing you to look over at him with furrowed brows. you nudge his arm gently.

“you alright satnin?” the nickname slips, but elvis doesn’t seem to mind. he turns onto his side and sighs.

“the colonel says i might be gettin’ drafted.”

the air in your room seems to fall still, your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

“t-that’s insane! you ain’t did nothin’ wrong but express yourself. your own mama thinks it’s okay!” you sit up from the bed and begin pacing, chewing on your lip, “i oughta give that man a piece of my mind!”

you make a move to leave the room, but elvis grabs your arm.

“it’s no use, darlin’. i followed my heart and i gotta pay the price.” he runs a hand through his hair, a sign that his nerves were getting the best of him. you grab his hand and smile reassuringly albeit the pain you felt in your chest.

“how long will you be gone for?”

“two years.”

“two years?!” you shout back, causing the boy to cover your mouth with his hand.

“goddamn (y/n), you want the whole world to hear? i haven’t even told mama yet.”

you look up at the blue eyed boy with sad eyes, your body noticeably relaxing as you realize how badly he needs a friend right now.

elvis drops his hand from your mouth and allows you to fall into his arms, your arms wrapping tightly around him so as to not let him go.

he sniffles, resting his chin in your hair.

“i’ll look after her, e. i promise.”

𓍊𓋼𓍊

not even six months after elvis was gone, you had found gladys unconscious at the top of the steps. your heart shattered as you fell to your knees, trying to wake the elder woman up.

you couldn’t help the sobs that ripped painfully through your soul. not only had you lost someone who was like a mother figure to you, you had broken your promise to elvis”

vernon came running up the stairs at the sound of your cries, his shaky hands pulling you away from her as he too tried to wake her.

it was no use.

on august 14th, 1958, you had lost the one person who knew of your condition and loved you through it.

elvis came back home for a brief period of time, but it was like seeing a ghost. you stayed to yourself, not having the strength to face him. you knew you should’ve been there for him, but every time you convinced yourself to go, you’d find yourself not able to leave the threshold of your door.

not too long after gladys’ passing, grandma dodger was gone too.

graceland had become the shell of a home. it was typically only you and vernon in the home, cousin billy occasionally making an appearance.

a year passed. you busied yourself with work, going back to bussing tables at club handy.

you hadn’t been sick as much, which seemed to be the only plus to elvis being gone. there were some nights, however, when you would think too hard about what he was probably doing in germany and found yourself coughing up petals.

by the time he had returned, seeing elvis was like seeing a stranger.

you all would eat supper together, but the table was silent.

*:･ﾟ✧ ‘63

today was a day like any other, the three of you sitting at the table, listening to the cheerful sounds from cousin billy and his friends outside.

“‘cilla is movin’ in pretty soon.” elvis speaks after he swallows a bite of his food.

you keep your eyes focused on your food, your throat starting to feel thick.

“that’s great, son! when’s the wedding?”

at the sound of those words, you can’t bear to hear anymore. you excuse yourself from the table and walk to your room.

your stomach churns at the thought of living here, hopelessly in love with your childhood best friend as he married another. it didn’t help that your room was right below his.

your thoughts run wild, tears wetting your eyes as you look around the room and begin frantically throwing stuff into a suitcase.

you can’t stay. it’ll kill you.

with tears still running down your face you make your way into the hall bathroom, grabbing a couple of toiletries to bring along with you.

what you don’t expect is to turn around and walk straight into a strong chest.

“just where do ya think you’re goin’?” his thick southern accept sends a chill down your spine.

you muster enough strength to look him in the eye despite the tears still visibly falling.

“i think it’s about time i go out on my own.” you quickly brush past him and head back to your room, but elvis is hot on your tail.

“no one said you had t’do that.”

“i did.” you continue packing your stuff, more furiously than before, “you haven’t even paid me any mind since mama died. i’m not stayin’ here feelin’ like a burden any longer.”

elvis snatches your suitcase from you, not paying any mind to the contents that spray all over. his usually lively blue eyes are dark, storms thundering in them.

“you were the one who stopped payin’ me any mind.”

you ignore him, bending down to pick up your items. you continue to walk around him, packing more things as he stands there, discontent radiating from his body.

the taller male grabs you by the arm, keeping you in place right in front of him.

“look at me, darlin’.”

you obey almost immediately, your lip quivering.

elvis’ eyes seem to look at you, really look at you for the first time in years. he hadn’t noticed how frail you’d gotten, how your (e/c) eyes were sunken and dull, how your seemed like you were struggling just to stand. he frowns, wiping a few tears from your cheeks.

“why’re you leavin’ me, (y/n)?”

“i—“

but its cut off by a gag, and the sudden urge to run. he follows you, but youre too fast, slamming the bathroom door in his face and locking it tight.

his head rests against the door as he listens to you retch, his chest constricting in pain at the sound of your cries.

“satnin, you’ve gotta tell me what’s goin’ on.” he calls, but you don’t respond. he stands there for a solid thirty minutes before getting impatient and going to the kitchen to find something to pick the lock with.

the sight before him makes him immediately fall to his knees beside you.

it seemed like you had no energy to even open your eyes, your head laid against the toilet, the contents of your stomach still threatening to escape.

“i’m sorry.” your voice is barely above a whisper, cracky and pained.

the raven haired male brings you to his lap, holding your head against his chest as he reassures you it’ll all be okay.

he couldn’t help but look into the toilet in fear.

no longer were there tiny petals, but full on flowers.

𓍊𓋼𓍊

“how’s (y/n) doing?” priscilla asks her boyfriend, the two of them sat at the table for breakfast.

despite your protests, he had told you to stay. you were too weak to do anything, your condition worsening once priscilla officially moved in.

elvis hadn’t said anything to you about that night, only making sure that the maids brought you food and checked on you hourly.

“she says she’s alright, but she looks worse then ever.”

“do you know who it is?”

elvis only shakes his head, oblivious to the obvious.

“i’m gonna go check on her.” the brunette says softly, leaving a long kiss on elvis’ cheek before heading down the hall.

she knocks gently, hearing a soft and raspy come in from the other side of the door.

you smile at her, sitting up in bed to let her sit next to you. despite the pain it caused you, you could tell that priscilla was good for elvis.

unlike dixie, she cherished the fact that he had grown up with you, always including you and even taking the time to get to know you.

“you doing alright, (n/n)?” she rests her hand on yours, holding it gently.

“i know you know, ‘cilla.” you sigh, a sad expression on your face, “and i’m so sorry. i wish i could change it. i wish it was anyone but him.”

priscilla tuts, “don’t say that, love. we can’t control who we fall for.”

“did you tell him? he seems distant.”

“he’s just really worried for you, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. i know you guys had a rough patch but you’ve always had a special place in his heart. he used to tell me stories about your childhood all the time in germany.” the brunette hands you the glass of water on your nightstand as she notices you struggling to clear your throat, “you should tell him now, (y/n).”

you quickly shake your head, “it won’t change anything. he loves you.”

“quite frankly i think he’s just settling for me.” the girl chuckles solemnly, “i wont let you die without having tried. i’ll tell him to come to you now.”

priscilla doesn’t give you a chance to turn her down, leaving a small peck on your forehead and rushing out the room.

minutes later, elvis comes in with a concerned look.

“‘cilla said you needed me. you alright, doll?”

you nod, motioning for him to join you on your bed. he obeys, sliding his shoes off and sitting criss cross applesauce beside you. you can’t help but giggle at the sight, his long limbs looking uncomfortable.

you grab his hand once he’s situated, not able to ignore the wince as he notices your frail hand.

“there’s something i need to tell you.”

“what is it, (y/n)?”

“i’m sure you’ve been rackin’ your brain tryna figure out why i have this disease.” you sigh, acknowledging the small nod he gives you, “a-and i’m sorry i kept it hidden from you for so long. i first found out about it when i turned eighteen. it was little petals here and there, and i would only cough. b-but as time passed, it progressed. it didn’t take long for me to connect the dots. for me to realize that it was happening because i…”

elvis looks at you expectantly, having craved this moment since he held you on that bathroom floor.

“you can tell me, baby. i want to help you anyway i can.” he brushes a lone tear off your cheek.

“it was happening because i fell in love with you.”

you close yours, not strong enough to look in your best friend’s eyes and see nothing but rejection. you’re surprised when you feel his hand caress your cheek.

“open your eyes, darlin’.”

and you do. and your pounds at how close he is to you, how his eyes search your face desperately for signs of a lie. you furrow your brows.

“why’re you lookin’ at me like that?”

elvis laughs, a few tears springing to his eyes. “cause it’s always been you.”

“don’t do that.” you beg, “i’ve known you for forever elvis. i watched you go after women day and night.”

“because i thought i couldn’t have you, (y/n). like you said, you’ve known me for forever. i didn’t think you could see me as anything more than family.”

you laugh at that, bewildered at the secrets suddenly coming to light. had you really been so blind?

“‘member when we were kids, livin’ at the home on audubon? mama had set up a lil makeshift tent for us in the backyard and we would spend every weekend in it?”

you nod, “what about it?”

“th-there was one weekend when we decided to stay the night out there, and we were watching the stars. i looked over at you a-and i just knew. i even told mama that morning i was gon’ marry you one day.”

you giggle through your tears, searching his eyes for truth and finding all of the above.

“why’d it take so long, e?” you whimper, the memories of all those lonely nights of pain and puking resurfacing.

“i lost who i was, baby. at first i was just scared, and then all of a sudden my career took off, then mama died, and i…i’m so sorry.”

he rests his forehead against yours, pulling your weak body into him.

you want to kiss him. you want to seal the deal now. you’re ready to spend the rest of your life with him, not wanting to waste another second.

but, “what about priscilla?”

elvis sighs, about to open his mouth to speak but the girl herself cuts him off.

“priscilla will be okay.” she says from the doorway, her own set of tears collecting in her eyes, “i’m just glad you’ll live, (n/n).”

you force yourself to get up, legs shaky as you make your way to the brunette and engulf her in a hug.

“thank you so much.” you sniffle.

“i’m going to go pack.” she smiles grievously, “i’d better get going.”

you nod, making your way back to your bed. elvis gives you a look and you nod, watching as he quickly follows after her.

“‘cilla.” he calls, stopping her on the steps.

“it’s okay, elvis. i knew the moment you started talking about her that it wasn’t meant to be.”

“can i at least have one of my men drive you?” he asks.

priscilla doesn’t see a point in opposing, so she nods. the taller of the two nods as well, before taking her into a gentle hug.

“you’re always welcome here, okay?”

“okay.”

*:･ﾟ✧ ‘67

“hold on, let me get a picture of the newlyweds!” vernon smiles, snapping a quick shot of you and elvis.

despite his career, elvis wasted no time in taking the next steps with you. fifteen years was too long to have missed with you, so he made time for you everyday.

you look over at the man before you, amazed at how much more handsome he’d gotten throughout the years. your heart was pounding happily in your chest, still half expecting this to be a dream.

your wedding was small, held in the meditation garden at graceland.

as your reception came to a close and guests began to leave, you and elvis held one another, swaying to the soft music playing from the record player.

the raven haired man kisses the top of your head, your nose, your cheek, and then your lips.

you hum in content, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“i love you, sugar.” he whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“i love you t-“ you run down the hall to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door as you fall to the ground and let out a heave.

elvis, as usual, is on your tail. he rubs your back soothingly, whilst pinching his nose at the smell.

you flush the toilet and brush your teeth, heart fluttering as you look in the mirror and catch elvis eyeing you adoringly.

“mama would be proud.” he smiles, hands snaking around your wakes and resting on your tough stomach.

you can’t help but smile back, your stomach fluttering. only this time, it was the result of your love and not the lack thereof.

#elvispresleyxblack!reader #elvis 2022 #austin butler #austin!elvis x reader #reader insert #austin!elvis x black!reader #elvis presley x reader

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officialundertakersmoocher · 2 days

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can u do the “being ____’s lover” thing but with grelle pls? sfw and nsfw too. have a nice day/night!!

Being Grelle's Lover may Include...

i feel like it's pretty obvious that Grelle is bisexual and doesn't really care about your gender

as long as you like her she loves you ❤️

Grelle is super hyper all of the time so she will constantly be overjoyed just to be in your presence

she would also be a big fan of playing dress up with you and trying her best to fashion you in all different shades of red

girly activities would be her favorite. you will be having tea with her and playing dress up because you love her!

grelle is always showering you with attention and love and if you can't handle it, bye bye baby!

she would be the type of girlfriend to feed you dessert off of a spoon and if you found this embarrassing, she would continue to be even more dramatic about it to tease you :)

she would love cutesy displays of affection such as swinging your hands as you walk or spinning each other in a make-shift dance

you probably won't be able to escape the inevitable moment where grelle brings you to her office and the teasing ensues

(grelle loves to talk about you to her coworkers)

she would find ways to see you almost every day as long as her work permits it

you could be minding your business and poof! here she is!

she's definitely an eccentric, and i can imagine that she would love to take on many hobbies (even if she doesn't keep them up for long)

she would also love to learn about your hobbies and even try them out (maybe fail a little- but of course you could comfort her your all your might-)

she would really love if you were to plan cute dates for the both of you to enjoy- especially something romantic like a coffee shop or book store!

grelle is also the type of girlfriend to start a small argument with you for the soul purpose off gaining your attention and so that you can both cuddle afterwards

Nsfw

i can imagine that grelle loves the chase

she would be overjoyed if you send her some steamy pictures while she was at work

she would really love make out sessions and the sensual touching that comes before sex

she's a woman, of course, and loves to take it slow

that doesn't mean, though, that she wouldn't be into anything kinky, in fact it's the exact opposite

she loves roleplay and fake scenarios

it would be her dream if you would indulge her and let her play out this kink

she also would love bondage, and she wouldn't care which end receives it

she also would love to experiment with toys and such

she definitely is a crazy girl in the bedroom, and would love to try out anything new

if you really do not want to indulge in any kinky activities, she wouldn't push it but she might make some lighthearted jokes about you being the the more vanilla one 🤍

Grelle is the type to immediately fall asleep after sex, but she would love to cuddle

she also doesn't mind doing casual sexual activities and she loves make out sessions

she could easily get bored of doing the same things in the bedroom, though, but she wouldn't keep it to herself and doesn't mind having healthy conversations about boundaries and what you both want

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mourningwings · 9 months

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[nsfw drabble] — pretty

"you're so pretty when you cry."

they said that every time you let them work you to tears, finding gratification in the way they could make you, such a pretty little thing, cum and cum and cum again.

you didn't mind. not when your legs shook as fast as your heart was beating. or when their name drooled from your lips as much as you spilled between your legs.

you didn't mind. not when they thumbed at all your waterworks, and not just the ones from your doe-wide eyes. not when they smiled and teased you for all the ways you dripped, so long as they kept their hands on you and kept calling you pretty like you were.

you'd never mind.

— ARLECCHINO, barbatos, BELPHEGOR, blade, claude faustus, kafka, lucifer, malleus draconia, NINGGUANG, pantalone, raiden shogun, rook hunt, scaramouche (or whoever you'd like ♡)

[reblogs are much appreciated! inbox is always open!]

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midnight-talescape · 2 years

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Contract (Alpha Sebastian x Omega Reader)

Kinktober day 8: Alpha/Omega

I’m not late

Warning: Heat, marking, alpha omega, food play, lactation, ooc a little bit, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡ “My lady, your afternoon tea is ready,”

You nodded your head without looking up, busy working on the stack of work you have to go through.

You was stopped when Sebastian took away the document you were looking at.

“Sebastian, please return that. I need to finish these before the next meeting,”

Sebastian look at you disapprovingly and took away the rest of your work, before laying out tea and dessert in front of you.

“Might I remind you that you haven’t eat or sleep since last night. As your butler it’s my responsibility to make sure you are in great care,”

Sighing you took a cup of tea. After all you are quite hungry, a little rest can’t hurt.

Just as you brought the tea to your mouth, you winced and dropped the cup as you were overcome with a very particular emotion.

Sebastian catches the cup before it can do any damage, and coming to check on you.

“My lady are you all right?”

You looked up, your face taking on a blush as you struggle to speak,

“I-I’m fi-eh… I-it’s seems like m-ha… my heat cycle started early…” you try not to lean into Sebastian as your mind start to blur and your body heat up, his cool temperature a welcoming change of pace, “Pl-please get m-uugh… m-my suppressants, haa….”

Sebastian gently rubbed your back as he said in a (fake) apologetic tone,

“I’m afraid we have ran out of suppressants, my lady”

“W-what? How?!”

Sebastian embraced you as your mind start blurring from panic and the desire of your heat cycle to noticed something wrong.

“I’m afraid it will be my fault, I accidentally dropped the last few vial when moving them. I have been meaning to get more, but I didn’t realize your heat cycle will come early,” Sebastian said with a sigh, seemingly disappointed with himself,

“—?!” you looked up at Sebastian in disbelief,

Acknowledging your disbelief at how a demon manage to dropped all the vial.

“I got distracted by, ah a cute kitten. I do apologize for my mistake,”

You groan and your knee buckled, you would have fall onto the ground if Sebastian hasn’t caught you.

You pant as you cling onto Sebastian desperately, as your body burned up from the inside. Just as you thought you might die from the stupid heat cycle, Sebastian lean closed to your ears and whisper,

“I can help you, you know my lady,”

“Hu-“you suddenly gasp when you was enveloped by Sebastians pheromones,

You struggled to get out of his embraced, to get away from the pheromones attacking you, but to no avail.

“I’m a alpha too, my lady. I can help you, just a temporary marking, it won’t hurt. I belong to you, remember?” Living up to his species Sebastian seduce you into agreeing, by blatantly lying to your face,

Seeing you finally agreeing, Sebastian smile, seeing how the prey has fallen into his trap.

Sebastian carry you to the couch before undressing you like he has done many time in the past, despite your many complaints of being able to do it yourself.

He looked at your naked body flushed red from needs, your teary eye, and the smell of your orchid pheromone unknowingly being release by you.

He felt a itch in the back of his throat, the wants to devour you soul and body was overwhelming.

But no, if he does that you will be gone forever. A temporary satisfaction in a eternity of boredom.

No he will make you his, devouring you little by little.

He lean down to catch your lip and slipped his tongue in starting a mock battle for dominance.

You gagged as Sebastian forced his tongue down your throat, craving more of you.

Eventually Sebastian let go and you pant as you were finally able to breath again.

Sebastian wiped away the string of saliva dripping down your chin, before putting his finger in his mouth and licking it off.

He squeeze your breast harshly leaving red mark on it, before putting your nipple in his mouth.

“S-stop biting, ha… hurt… let go, ahh!”

You let out a wail as Sebastian sucks and fondle with your breast, the contract above your left breast glowing warm.

Suddenly your mind went blank as you felt milk seeped out of your nipple.

Noticing this with a grin, Sebastian bit down on your nipple with his fang, forcing sweet milk to dripped out of you breast.

“St-stop that, ha… Sebastian I co-ah!” your mind went blank as you came undone,

Satisfied Sebastian let go of your nipple now hard and seeping milk, and with a mocking voice said,

“Look at you coming undone so quickly. With milk seeping out of you and your cunt dripping wet. I forgot how lustful human can be,”

With that he dragged his finger across your fold collecting your slick before sticking 2 fingers inside you.

“Oomph!”

“So needy and wet for me,” Sebastian purred as he shoved more fingers into you,

You mewl desperately holding onto him as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

You widen your eyes as you shuddered and came again.

Seeing that you are ready, Sebastian lifted you above his member before pushing you down roughly.

You screamed half from pain half from pleasure, as you felt your tunnel being stretched open taking in Sebastian’s demonic dick.

Sebastian let out a groan as his member was stopped half way, your tunnel too tiny to take him in fully in one go.

Sebastian’s eye glow as he grip your waist tightly and slammed his member in and out of your dripping fold.

“Ah! S-slow down, haa… t-too fast, ughh..”Your eyes roll to the back of your head and drool drip down your chin, as your fuck dumbed on Sebastians dick,

“You’re doing so well, I always knew you would feel so good, fucking your pretty little body dumb,”

“S-stop…ha…”

Sebastian licked away the tear streaming down your face, before saying sadistically,

“What’s wrong, my lady? Are you hungry?”

Sebastian wrapped your leg around his waist before carrying you to the desk, thrusting inside you the entire way.

You clenched onto Sebastian’s shirt feeling him member hitting the most vulnerable part of your body.

You was brought back to reality when Sebastian hold a fork to your mouth.

“You need to eat, my lady,”

You tried to refuse, but was quickly stopped when he land a particularly hard thrust inside you.

Bits and pieces of cake fall onto your body as you was forcefully fed, and Sebastian continuously fucked you.

“Oh my, I didn’t take you as one to waste food, my lady. I tried very hard on it you know? I think you deserve some punishment,” with that Sebastian bit down on the piece of skin with cakes on it, as you cried, your body sensitive from overstimulation,

Eventually Sebastian bite down on your neck injecting you with his pheromones, before cumming inside you, marking you as his forever.

After cleaning you up, he lift your trembling body into his arm.

“Now come on, it’s time for you to rest. You have 6 more days to go after all,”

“I-it was supposed to be temporary,”

With a smile he said cheerfully,

“I’m a demon have you forgotten?” Then with a kiss on your head he continued, “This will be my payment, you will be mine from now till eternity,”

Unknown to you, behind you hidden in a corner was your vials of suppressant.

#no i don’t have problems #reader insert #reader smut #x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #black butler x reader #black butler #sebastian michaelis x reader

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imagineanime2022 · 1 year

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They React To Their S/O Saying Sebastian Catchphase To Him

Requested: @mocahbutterfly

Request: For Black Butler, we all know about Sebastian’s catch phrase where he calls himself one hell of a butler. How do you think he and any other characters you would like to add would react to seeing someone saying something along the lines of “wow. You’re one hell of a butler” right before he says his catchphrase?

Sebastian Michaelis

🐈‍⬛ Sebastian had spent so much time saying for himself, he had never thought about what it would feel like to have someone else say it to him. 🐈‍⬛ He’s honestly a little suspicious that you might know something but that was quickly dispelled when he saw the stars in your eyes, you didn’t know anything. 🐈‍⬛ He loved having you around after that because you’d never fail to congratulate him and sometimes he would wait to see if you would say it before he does. 🐈‍⬛ Winks at you everytime that you say it.

Sebastian finished fixing yet another problem that the servants had caused and you watched with wide eyes at the spread of food that he had created from what is left “wow you really are one hell of a butler.” You gasped and he looked back at you and smiled. “Why thank you.” He smiled with a wink as you walked over. “I don’t think that I could ever do something like that.” You mumbled as you looked over the food. “No, don't sell yourself short.” He argued and you waved him away as you turned to the food, picking up one of the plates and then the other. “I’ll leave it to the professional, there’s a reason the young master relies on you.” You said. “And honestly like having a pillar to lean on as well.” “You can count on me.” Sebastian nodded and you turned back to him. “And I will remind you how amazing you are every time.” You informed him before leaving the room to serve the guests, he watched you leave, he shouldn’t feel so warm and happy inside but it seemed even a demon needed recognition and after years without it yours hit harder than it should have. He’d keep you around for as long as possible.

Ciel Phantomhive

☕ He is suspicious at first, he wonders if you know about what Sebastian is but after a quick glance at Sebastian and a signal that you were human he eased up a bit. ☕ Ciel lets out an audible groan as he listens to what you're saying. Sebastian doesn’t need an ego boost. ☕ Tells you not to encourage him, also asks if Sebastian put you up to this. ☕ Inwardly smug that his butler is the best one out there and that no one else had been able to top him.

You had known Ciel for a long time, you met him just after he had come back and Sebastian had been with him then but when you were younger you didn’t understand how good at his job he really was, you were a pretty mischievous friend and most of the time you managed to get the others in on the joke but this time Sebastian seemed to be wise to your plans.

You had made a few plans and every single one had failed, your accomplice had been caught and now you had one last attempt but Pluto was unpredictable and you didn’t know when it would happen. Turns out it was during a board game that you were playing, you could hear commotion outside before Pluto barreled into the room, and it all happened so fast Sebastian redirected him and cleaned up everything that followed him. “How did you do that?” You asked “wow you really are one hell of a butler.” “Did he tell you to say that?” Ciel asked, looking at Sebastian who stood smiling. “What? No.” You answered. “Then don’t encourage him.” Ciel ordered. “I mean it’s true.” You shrugged. “You're too kind.” Sebastian smiled as Ciel rolled his eyes. “Let’s just finish the game.” He ordered. “Right but just so you know, the best butler by extension must have the best master.” You informed him as you rolled the dice and took your turn and while he didn’t say anything after that he seemed to relax a little more and a small almost unnoticeable smile on his face for the rest of the game.

Grell Sutcliff

✂ She went through so many emotions at first excitement that someone else saw what she did. ✂ Then jealousy because she might have a new rival for Bassy attention. Then it flipped because it meant that your attention wasn’t on her either. ✂ Then she just fall at your feet complaining about how you were supposed to admire her, not Sebastian. ✂ Is seriously considering never letting you see or meet with Sebastian again if she’s going to lose you.

Grell had Sebastian distracted so you took the chance to head over to the kid, you death scythe in hand, you smirked down at him “so what are you and the demon butler doing here?” You asked. “None of your business.” He answered. “Well aren’t you sassy?” You asked “not scared that I’m going to kill you?” “You can't, I'm not on your list.” He said confidently. “Kid William doesn’t have enough reapers to cut me from the programme for killing a kid associated with demons.” You informed him lifting your death scythe “are you scared now?”

There was a crash but you managed to dodge the hit from the demon settling on the tree branch above, you looked like a lazy lion “How’d you get over there so fast, Bassy?” “He really is one hell of a butler.” You smirked as you propped your head up with your free hand, your scythe hanging haphazardly under the branch in your other hand. “Now is that a compliment or an insult?” Sebastian asked. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” You asked. “Hey, hey! Enough flirting, you're supposed to be admiring me!” Grell complained as she walked over to where you were laying, she reached up pulling on your death scythe and catching you as the force pulled you out of the tree and into her arms. “We’ll be leaving now, Bassy, can’t have you taking my assistant as well as my heart.” “Don’t worry you're still a butler to die for.” You assured her as you left.

William T Spears

👓 Honestly hopes that you are joking, has never wished for anything more than that. 👓 Cannot deal with another Grell, if he even thinks for a second that you are going to be affected in the same way he's getting you out of there. 👓 Also very jealous and terrible at hiding it, but he’ll deny it for the rest of his undead life. 👓 Chastises you for complimenting a demon.

“Must you always get in the way?” William asked as he stood on a ledge you didn’t even realise was there. “How the hell did you get up there?” You mumbled as you blocked another of Sebastian’s hits. “Wow, that was a hit.” You slid back slightly. “What are you doing here, demon?” William asked, blocking a hit from where he was above you. “That would be telling.” Sebastian smirked as he leaned towards you “you must be new we’ve never met before.” “Ignore him.” William ordered as he pushed him away from you, though he didn’t stay away too long before he was standing behind you. “My name Sebastian Michaelis-” “You really are one hell of a butler aren’t you?” You asked. “Well aren’t you sweet?” Sebastian teased. “Enough of that.” William ordered as jumped down to pull you away from him “we don’t compliment our enemies.” “Are you jealous?” You asked. “What? Why would I be jealous of him?” He asked. “I mean… I could say it again but I think you’ll get mad at me.” You smirked as you looked up at him behind you. “We’re leaving.” He muttered. “Didn’t we come here for something?” You asked. “Yes and I already have it so it’s time to leave.” He answered pulling you with him. “Until next time Sebastian.” You waved. “Until next Milady.” Sebastian bowed. “There won’t be a next time.” William promised as he pulled you away.

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