#cream butler

[peach-cream-enmu-archive]

Repost from my old blog

Sebastian loves the way you sleep. Your body laying in such a way that gives him easy access to finger you

Cw: somnophilia, fat pus.sy, implied plus sized reader as always, afab but no pronouns, mentions of hairy puss.y cuz it’s accurate to the time (I think) but also because hairy pu.ssy cute😡I either get really descriptive or pretty vague about it, I’m writing this before I write that so we’ll see. non-period accurate clothing, using the word panties because I’m not looking up Victorian era underwear just for a horny post.

You look so perfect asleep in your bed. Once everyone’s retired for the night Sebastian will wait until you’ve fallen into the lowest depths of sleep before entering your room. On your side, legs locked and bent up slightly, or even better yet, apart with one raised higher than the other, exposing your cute clothed lips. He can’t hold himself back, not that he was planning to, as the back of his fingers trail up your thigh to just under you ass, then dipping between your thighs. Your always so warm, seemingly always wet and he likes to think it’s because of him, though he’s aware your body does it on its own, it’s fun to think about.

Two fingers stroke your lips, back and forth, before spreading them through the soaked cloth of your panties. He goes straight for your clit and gently circles it, chuckling at the small noise from you. He’ll get more comfortable, leaning over you, supporting his weight on your headboard. He’ll press gently at the barrier between him and your hole and feel you twitch. He’ll feel his glove wetting from you and pull it off with his teeth, groaning softly as your taste briefly graces his tongue and your scent floods his senses.

You’re so wet, the cloth visibly darker in color, and he gently pulls it to the side. You shift in your sleep and he chuckles at how convenient your movement was, shifting just enough to let your panties catch between your plush mound and soft thighs, effectively keeping it out of his way. Now with his gloves and your panties out of the way, he can finally feel you again. Truly feel you, as it had been far too long since had the opportunity.

Always so busy winding down the energy of the manor, and usually by the time things have fully rested for the night, he’ll need to start preparing for the coming morning. But he has the occasional night where nothing is expected of him come sunrise, so he can spend all the time with you that your sleeping state will allow.

Sebastian is known for his unbreakable composure, yet he can’t stop the shuddering breath that releases from his lungs when he feels your skin. So wet, your lips feel like velvet, soft and plush in his touch. The normally coarse hair on them so soft, all of you is just…so wonderfully soft and plump. His knee comes up to rest on the bed just behind your back and the new weight on the mattress has you rolling just enough that your back rests against his leg.

As he ever so slowly pushes a single finger into you, he leans close to your face to see your beautiful face clearer in the candle-less room. He pumps his finger in and out of your heat with expert precision, stroking your slick walls with knowing familiarity. He knows every part of you that brings you pleasure. With a second finger you let out the most enticing moan, thighs trembling and lips parting lightly for your sounds.

He wants so desperately to swallow your sounds with a kiss, but that would risk you waking, and his fingers working your pussy loudly is already risking that enough. He whispers so lowly to you that it doesnt even pass the barrier of sleep to be heard in your dream.

“My pretty, oblivious little thing, so eager for pleasure and you don’t even know it.” He speeds up gradually, committing the sounds to memory. “In the morning, you’ll think only of the wonderful dream you had, knowing not of what I do to you..” he watches your chest as it rises and falls so quickly. He feels you tensing around his fingers and contemplates not stopping as your orgasm roars through you.

He stills, letting you whimper and buck with shaking thighs, belly twitching with each quick uneven heaved breath. When it starts to subside, he strokes your walls ever so slowly, wanting to pull every last drop of cum from you that he can. When he pulls away he’s tempted to get between your thighs and taste you, as he is every time.

He paints his tongue with his palm to the tips of his fingers, looking down at you as he straightens. He pulls your clothes back into place before exiting your room with one last look at you. He admires the way his black nails gleam with your juices in the moonlight streaming in the windows.

He smirks, turning and beginning his trek to his quarters from your room.

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

You buy an ice cream you get one of these A4 posters. You see Undertaker and his trunk? Or Ciel waking up? Or the professor on his chair? Or the butler and his master? I love this promo. Too bad it is only valid in Japan.

(What a way to wake up to!)

[mttonex]

doodle dump <3

(mostly adventure time)

mild (?) gore warning for next 2 pictures

old rtc drawing i recently colored <3 ^^^

+ vampire x zombie ocs i made <3<3<3 ^^^

[depressionsquire]

Strawberry time 🍓

Duh we need a lil maid and butler moment ✨ these are my favourite idiots <3

[aghostnamedcalamity]

Something for my super cool co-headcanoner @fantein 😎 AU featuring both Mermer and Benji in Mordecai’s life

Little Miss Emery is such a doll to draw! I think she and Benji would get along nicely, albeit a healthy amount of sibling rivalry with their clashing personalities. Mermer would really help Benjamin get outside his shell in situations he’s uncomfortable in, though I think he’d deny emotionally relying on her as they aged. Ive got a bunch of silly little sketches I need to clean up and post at some point.

Mermer belongs to @fantein. Hope you like! ♥️

[mistxmood]

i can be so annoying

[frapppee]

Austin butler is so FUXKING PRETTY IM CRYING AND (S)CREAMING HOLYFUCK--

[white-boy-bracket]

Artemis seems like the kind of guy to like mint chip tho

bold of you to assume he likes ice cream, something for babies and not a Grown Up Twelve Year Old Crime Lord like him. he would NEVER like ice cream.

[aloisapologist]

tell me your alois head canons :)))

ohhhh you are so so so kind to me okay

gonna stick mostly w modern day headcanons bc I’ve covered a lot of my canon era headcanons in my fic so

- his music taste varies WILDLY. he listens to a lot of female rap artists but he is a doja stan till the end, hes also big on kacey musgraves, glamrock music, and for childhood sentimentality (and also Bc her music fucks) lorde. he’s not much for pop punk but likes the occasional paramore, and enjoys Sidney Gish quite a bit !

- he has no active opinion on taylor swift (except light disdain) but will clown on ciel until the day he dies for liking her music. he respects reputation era bc he thinks its camp (and he’s right) (but he does secretly really like don’t blame me)

- following up on the lorde thing, ‘the love club’ is SUCH an alois song To Me. listen to it and join me in understanding

- okay enough about music, he is very into the y2k trend. he is a menace on thrift stores for this reason. (ciel will not touch him when he’s wearing thrifted clothes until they’ve been washed at least 5 times). his other style inspo is Harley Quinn in birds of prey. you know that one outfit? w the pink top and the caution tape jacket? that’s how he dresses

- he gets a strong following on tiktok when he’s a bit too young to, and after processing a lot of the shit in his life, quits social media entirely for a year or so, and eventually returns with a well-curated instagram and an occasional youtube where he makes longer-form content (gothic novel reviews, rants about shitty YA books, hauls and try-one, videos where he drags in Lizzie — popular in her own right — and Ciel — literally no non-business online presence — to play video/card games w him). his youtube doesn’t do a tenth of the numbers his tiktoks did but he’s happy enough !

- he actually Can drive! he is not good at it by any means, and is as aggressive as any jersey driver, and has absolutely terrible road rage, but ciel refuses to get a license and lizzie is a bit inattentive, so alois is often the one driving

- Lizzie and Alois besties in every single universe. concept for a modern au where Lizzie and Ciel share an apartment in college and Lizzie brings home her new friend she met at the doja cat concert and oh fuck it’s that guy who tried to kill me when we were 13.

- alois gets a rescue pitbull as an esa and her name is peaches. he takes some warming up to the amount of clean up (and dog slobber) but eventually comes to love that dog with everything he is

- his favorite movies include: velvet goldmine, wolfwalkers, but im a cheerleader

- he has transfem swag

- once he’s processed most of his problems, he learns to vent his more sadistic tendencies by being absolutely cruel to his sims (his sim world is fascinating)

- he always orders the weirdest ice cream flavor on the menu. this was once cicada ice cream with real cicadas. he very much enjoyed it

my final and most important headcanon:

- it takes time and it takes work, and it is not always perfect, but he gets to a place where he is, overwhelmingly, happy

[peach-cream-enmu-archive]

Repost from my old blog

Dubcon? Reader pushes back and resists but for specific reasons. Mentions of the triplets being invasive and also really wanting to fuck you I guess. I think if I write anything black butler from now on that’s afab and/or fem the reader won’t be hairless so ;p you cry cuz Claude cums in you, soft moment from Claude as he kisses away your tears, but also teasing you by ‘lovingly’ rubbing your belly. Claude praises you but you can decide if it’s love. He stays with you after and watches you fall asleep so maybe it is

Being a maid at the Trancy estate, an estate full of perfect looking beautiful people, and being thrown around by Alois because you’re not a perfect skinny thing.

But in Claude’s eyes you are perfect.

A perfect meal, a cute moth caught in his web. Bigger than the others but no less delicate.

Your urge to bite back at the young master is fighting with your calm composure to keep your job. A struggle like the moth you are, wings caught in a web.

He can’t stop himself. Not after Alois strikes you particularly hard. Your lip split, nothing requiring stitches, but enough to have blood dripping down your chin into your trembling hand as Alois tells you to leave. He finds you in the kitchen, leaning over the sink, water running, blood swimming in the water as it drains.

You don’t hear him come in, or approach you, retrieve a towel from the drawer. He sees you startle when his bare hand came into view wetting the rag under the faucet. You stumble when he grasps your shoulder and turns you, pushing your back against the sink. His still gloved hand holds your chin as he dabs at the blood. Your smell is amazing, intoxicating, invigorating, and it takes every ounce of strength in him to not taste the towel in his hand.

When the stream finally slows to blood just beading on the surface of your lip he looks in your eyes. Those pretty eyes, often glassy with tears you fail to hold back. Your lip trembles and you breathe in a shaky breath and he can’t do it. Blood pushes through again, dripping down your lip.

He can’t stop himself. His eyes flash and he slides his hand from your chin to your neck.

He kisses you, taking your surprise as an opportunity, running his tongue on your lip, gathering your sinfully exquisite taste before licking his way into your mouth. Your tongue is warm, soft against his as he savors the gasps and whines you let out. You push at his chest and pull on his wrist as your unable to breath, it feels like he’s eating your very being through every gasp you fail to contain.

When he pulls away he notes that he’s healed your lip. He wasn’t planning on healing it but his eager licks did anyway. He hears footsteps in the hall and puts his hands high on your waist and he feels you tremble heavily. His lips brush your ear and his breath is hot. “The young master won’t want to see you for the rest of the day. Go to your room and stay there.”

He watches you back away, a hand clutching the fabric of your skirt and the other clenched near your heaving chest. He likes the look of fear in your eyes as you turn and hurry off.

It feels like a dream…maybe a nightmare, where you are now.

You’d sat and worried all day, wringing your hands and wiping your eyes. And when night came, as you’d sat on your bed in your sleep wear, your door opens. Assuming them to be one of the triples trying to get into your bed like always you hurry to it. Intent to yell at them you can’t even mutter a single word as Claude picks you up, locks your door, and throws you on your bed in one swift motion.

Your body bounces and you can’t even regain your senses as your breath is stolen from you again by Claude’s lips taking yours. You push and whine, those bothersome triplets are always listening in to your room, as his hands make quick work of your clothes, leaving you bare. His pulls away and pins your hands. He stares down at you with a look you’ve never seen but know the meaning of.

Like a hawk looking at a mouse beneath its talons, he’s looking at you like you’re food…no, you’re something else.

You hate how bare you are and your thighs squeeze together, hoping to keep him from seeing all of you. But the action only draws his eyes down to exactly what you wanted to hide. His hands, free of his gloves, trace feather light touches down your wrists, down your arms, and to your chest. He barely touches you, thumb barely ghosting over a nipple.

He wants you fighting more. To see those pretty wings and heavy body try to escape his web, try to get closer to his touch.

His hand dips lower, just under your belly, and you hand shoots down and grabs his. Your grip is tight, surprisingly so, and your eyes search his golden ones. You let out a shaky breath and let go of his hand. Your final act of resistance before accepting your fate, laying eased, prepared to be devoured.

His lips go straight for your neck and bite. The cry that escapes your lips eggs him on further. His canines pierce your skin after having sucked a mark in a noticeable spot, lapping up the blood that beads at the surface. His fingers stroke your lips and massage your clit with what feels like the touch of an angel.

How ironic.

The touch of his hand on your sex so graceful, while the touch of his tongue so sinful. He’s moaning as his tongue spreads your lips, gathers your slick, then licks a strip up to your clit. He’s eating you out as if he’s never eaten anything before and is finally experiencing the feeling of satiating pure hunger.

He’s not doing this for your pleasure. No, he’s doing this for his own greed. He wants to breathe you in, your soul and your scent, but he doesn’t plan on ever taking your soul. You need to stay in his web, a meal to come back to when his hunger strikes again and again.

Though his greed is what fuels his actions, when your heavy thighs clamp ever so slightly against his head, he’s removing his glasses and tossing them to the side. If either of you were of clear heads you’d realize how much that meant. Claude, a man so stoic and proper, tossing aside the thing he seems to care for most about his butler façade.

A hand grabs tightly to your thigh, squeezing when he feels the flesh pillow between his fingers. The other makes quick work of the buttons of his shirt. He pulls back just to sit up and remove both his jacket and shirt before taking his place at your cunt as if it’s where he belongs. He starts mumbling, growling almost.

“Fuck….To think I’m” a rough lick, “so taken by” a harsh suck of one of your lips, “by a mere human.”

You have no idea what he means, but you don’t care, you just want more. He cages you in, hands having taken yours and pinning them down beside your head. He’s panting, out of breath, something you’ve never seen from him.

“Not a single soul I’ve eaten could ever compare to your taste.”

He won’t let you even contemplate the meaning because his lips take yours, much like that kiss you had in the kitchen. He truly can’t hold back, as you feel the head of his cock press slowly at your sex. Your hands grab the pillow beneath your head so tightly you fear you might tear it, but Claude pulls your hands from it. Your need to hold something sends your hands to his biceps and he groans into the kiss as your nails dig into his skin.

His pace is relentless, and both of your sounds are so loud there’s a high chance the young master could hear, should he have not fallen asleep yet. You have a fleeting thought about how the triplets would get even bolder with their advances after hearing you tonight, but a powerful thrust to that spine numbing spot has your mind empty of all thoughts except Claude, and his hot cock inside you. Your eyes flutter closed and your voice catches in your throat, only escaping in soft punctuated whines with each thrust.

He wasn’t your first but he was the first in a long time. You’d been a maid for a while, and you absolutely weren’t going to the triplets for this, so you thought you’d never feel it again. He moans as his pace slows and his thrusts get harder, a growled ‘god…’ and a scoffed chuckle after a moment of pause. Your walls flutter around him and the smallest hitch in your whimpers tells him all he needs to know.

His arms loop under your thighs and he plants his palms on the bed on either side of you to hold himself. The back of your knees sit in the crook of his elbows and he leans down to you. The smirk on his face is haughty as you moan and writhe at the new depth he hits before he picks up his pace again.

Your sounds get so loud you hide your face in your hands, barely hearing how he chuckles down at you, almost fondly. You fall apart with every thrust as you creep closer to your peak and when your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your soft plush thighs quake in his hold. You skin soft against his lean muscles, Claude doesn’t fight the urge to bend and sink his teeth into your thigh.

You’re so ensnared in your own pleasure that you don’t register him stilling after one last hard thrust. You feel his hot cum flood your poor tight cunt but your brain doesn’t seem to think about the implications of this. When you settle enough to feel that he hadn’t pulled out you look down to where you two are connected.

Claude truly enjoys how you shake as tears well up in your eyes and cling to your pretty lashes. He decides you tease you, kissing away the tears that fall and splaying a hand out on your belly, rubbing gently with his thumb. He can’t get you pregnant, but you don’t need to know that. The fear and the small glimmer of love in your eye is worth it.

He cleans you gently. He doesnt want to break you. You’re his meal now after all. Not in the way the young master is, no. You’re purpose will go beyond when this contract is fulfilled.

He lays beside you as your shoulders shake as you look at him. Your eyes are closing and you’re obviously trying blink away sleep when you inch closer to him. It’s charming, how you truly can’t see the being that he is, thinking him a mere butler, infatuated with the maid who works alongside.

He watches as you fall asleep, your cute plump face resting so softly on your pillow, he has a small urge to show you a bit of human affection and kiss your cheek but doesn’t. There’s no need. He knows whether you wake up with him beside you or not, you’ll seek him out shyly tomorrow.

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

After the brouhaha last week where Undertaker should not appear yet in the promo for an ice cream where they deleted the original Twitter post and removed his image, they finally revealed him (again) today, the official date June 11th. (Someone was probably excited to see Undertaker and his trunk. 😈)

Promo ends on the 24th. So if you are in Japan, eat lots of that ice cream, grab the posters until they run out.

PS: and yeah, show us what you’ve got!!

[eemoo1o-animoo]

I think Ronald has the dietary habits of a diabetic in denial. Plot twist: it’s William who enables it.

[h3ll0k1tt9]

WHY HAVE I ONLY JUST SEEN THESE?!?!

CREAMING.

[randomthefox]

>"Why do you hate the way Gmerl is characterized in the IDW Sonic comics so much?"

......

no special reason....

[pea-the-mitten-crab]

Why is Panasonic's self-driving fridge that comes to you when you call its name not a meme?

[sjru]

Nick is a butler

He's bringing you the icecream you wanted 🐹🍦 Pic for Nick Art by me.

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