#sebastian xreader

[saeyoungchoismaid]

hi it's not seb Saturday yet but I just wanted to throw this idea down. Sebastian chilling outside in the rain in his usual spot before seeing the farmer trudge out from the mines all bloodied and bruised ("I'm alright, really—") and it's like an immediate panic switch is flipped for sebastian because yoba above they look like a vampire's wet dream out here. They either patch farmer up at their house or at Sebastian's room lol (could be funny if the farmer ends up crashing on his bed/couch for the night, then leaves quite early but not without leaving seb a gift they got from the mines.... : ,) anyway that's it)

Awe my first Sebastian Saturday ask yay! Bro this request is so juicy HEHE. (Side note: sorry if this isn't that good or feels rushed. I haven't wrote anything in months but I'm honestly proud of myself for cranking 2k words out)

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Sebastian listens to the rock music that’s softly coming from the garage as he works. He lets out another low curse when more oil leaks out of his motorcycle and gets on him. He should be used to it. His clothes are covered in it anyway. He sighs and sets down his wrench, taking a seat on the ground by the front tire as he snatches up his rag and wipes his hands clean. Well, as best as he could. He then takes a swig from his water bottle, eyeing the clouds forming above him. Looks like a storm is blowing in. 

He keeps working for maybe another thirty minutes or so before he starts to feel the skies open up. The rain starts gentle, a few droplets starting to fall around him and onto his bike. “Welp…” he grumbles, grabbing his bike and starting to roll it back into the garage. Once secured, he shuts the radio off and closes the garage. 

He places his hands onto his hips, surveying the rain. A ghost of a smile starts to appear on his face as the rain starts to fall harder. He steps back out into it and begins to head towards the lake. He takes his pack of cigs out and smacks them against his hand, inhaling deeply. He’s always loved the smell of rain. 

Once at his usual spot, he takes a cigarette out and holds it up to his lips. He then slips his lighter out of his pocket and protects the end from the wind and rain to light it. Once the flame has caught the end of his cig, he inhales deeply, causing an orange hue to glow from the stick. 

He stands there for a while, just admiring how the water falls onto the lake or how the forest begins to smell when it’s wet. His eyes move towards the entrance of the mines when he thinks he sees movement. Through the rain, that’s starting to come down harder, he can’t really see much. He squints his eyes and moves his head around, trying to get a better look at what was going on. 

His eyes go wide when he sees you hobbling down the path. “(Y/n)!” he shouts in surprise, dropping his cig into a puddle and dashing over to you. Upon getting closer to you, he sees the bruises blooming on your skin and the cuts oozing blood. “Oh my god…” he mumbles, his heart breaking the longer he looks at you. 

“Hey, Sebastian,” you greet him as cheerily as you can muster, trying to slap a smile on your face. The pain makes it a little hard to do though. “Don’t worry about all this. I’m fine, really. Just got a bit scraped up in the mines. Those monsters are-”

“You’re not fine! You’re bleeding!” he shouts, gesturing to you. Before you can respond, he’s wrapping one of your arms around his shoulders for you to lean against him. “C’mon, I’ll help you to my house.” 

“Your house? But-”

“No but’s! You’re seriously hurt and Harvey’s clinic is already closed. You don’t seem too badly injured where we need to bother him, but I’m definitely not letting you go home without patching you up first,” Sebastian argues. You let out a sigh, realizing how serious he is about all of this. 

“Okay…fine…” you grunt out, not having the energy to fight him on it anymore. 

When you get to his place, no one seems to be home. At least, no one is in the front of the house. Sebastian leads you down the stairs and opens the door to his room. You’ve only been in his room a few times and never for long. Normally just when you have stuff for his commissions that he posts outside of Pierre’s store. He’s always very grateful, but he’s not much of a talker, so you just never end up staying around for too long. Besides, you have way too much shit going on in your day anyway. 

He sets you down onto the black couch that’s right by his door and you’re happy to be off of your feet. “I’ll go grab the first aid kit,” he says right before dashing up the stairs to go do that. You grunt and lean back against the couch, the cool air of the house making you shiver in your wet clothes. 

When he returns, he sees you shivering and bites his lip. “Here,” he says, setting down the first aid kit and going over to his dresser at the far end of the room. “Change into these,” he says, offering you a pair of pajamas. You shakily reach your hands out and take them, nodding your head as you stand up. 

You two stare at each other for a moment, unmoving. Sebastian’s eyes go wide as he realizes what you’re waiting for. “Oh! Sorry! Um, I’ll just, uh-” he stutters out as he turns around, completely red in the face. With his back to you, you slowly start stripping out of your clothes, a shy smile on your face. You do your best to avoid getting any blood or dirt on his clothes. Thankfully, the shirt and pants he gave you are both black. Maybe that’s why he gave you that specific pair. 

“Done,” you mumble before crashing back onto the dark cushions. He hesitates for a second before slowly turning around. 

He’s then back in front of you in a second, kneeling on the floor and moving your limbs around to survey your wounds. Once getting an eyeful of them all, he grabs the first aid kit and starts patching you up. You remain silent as he works, even when it hurts, you keep your lips sealed. 

After a while, a thought comes to you. “How are you so good at this?” you ask curiously. His eyes flicker up to yours before going back to your arm where he is currently rubbing in a cream on one of your darker bruises. 

“Let’s just say I…wasn’t exactly always the best-behaving kid,” he replies with a shrug, a smirk starting to form on his lips. 

“Oh?” you ask, looking down at him with your own smirk. Seeing your smirk, he huffs a laugh through his nose. 

“Nothing interesting, I assure you. I just…I’m not the biggest people person…” he says softly, moving onto a cut that he’s cleaned up to bandage it. 

“That’s okay,” you reassure, unsure of what else you could say in this moment. 

“Yeah, I guess. I didn’t have a lot of friends growing up, but I had Sammy, and later on Abigail. They introduced me to some more people, so I have more than enough friends to last me a lifetime now,” he replies with a light chuckle. You can’t help but smile at that. You’re happy to see that he’s, well, happy. 

“We’re friends, aren’t we?” you ask after a few moments of silence, hesitating in asking. After doing a few commissions for him and hanging out with him and the others at festivals, you two slowly started getting closer. You typically end up hanging out after a long day at work and you head over to Gus’ only to find that Sebastian and the others are playing pool. At first, you’d only watch, but after warming up to them, you started playing. 

The last time you played together, you two ended up staying until Gus closed the place down. You two were one of the few people left there, Sam and Abigail being long gone. Y’all ended up walking to the beach and sitting on the pier, sharing jokes and swapping stories. It was one of the best nights of your life. It’s definitely your favorite memory you’ve made since moving to Pelican Town. 

“Yeah…of course we are…” he replies softly, almost sounding hesitant and not looking into your eyes. 

“Good. I’m glad,” you say softly, giving him a sweet smile. He finally looks up at you and gives you a small smile in return. 

He’s then clearing his throat and standing up. “Well, I’m all done,” he says, wiping his hands onto his damp jeans. He glances at his clock and grunts. “It’s pretty late and sounds like it’s still raining. So, if you want to stay…you can…” He starts off confidently but ends on a quiet, unsure note. 

Heat rises to your face at that. “Oh, um, sure. Thank you…” you whisper, looking down at your hands. 

“Don’t mention it. You can, uh, take the bed, if you want. I’ll take the couch,” he offers. He then walks over to his closet and opens it up, revealing extra pillows and blankets at the top of the closet. 

“What? No, no! That’s okay! I’ll take the couch. I don’t want to inco-”

“I won’t take no for an answer,” he interrupts, pulling some blankets free from their tangled mess in his closet. You sigh and nod your head even though he’s not looking at you. 

“Alright, fine,” you say as you stand up, limping over to the bed. You sit there and watch him make the couch comfy for himself. 

As he moves around his room and goes to the bathroom to get ready for bed, you end up lying down at some point. You don’t remember falling asleep, but you do vaguely remember feeling something brush against your forehead and what sounded like someone wishing you a good night. 

When you wake up, you feel well-rested and ready to take on the day. You sit up and rub the leftover sleep from your eyes and then stretch. You wince when the bruises on your ribs ache, reminding you of what happened yesterday. You turn towards the time and find it’s six in the morning. Ah, guess old habits die hard. 

Hearing rustling and a deep sigh, you turn your attention now to the couch. Sebastian is still out cold, and probably will be for another four hours, at least. You smile and slip out of the bed, walking over to him. You smile at how peaceful he looks, his usual RBF nowhere to be seen. 

Not wanting to disturb him, you leave him be as you gather up your still-wet clothes. You’ll return his pjs to him later, after you’ve cleaned them and made sure they’re free of blood. Feeling something hard in your pocket, you slip your hand inside and remember what you found yesterday. Glancing at Sebastian, you gently set it down onto the table beside his couch that’s missing his radio. You then hobble over to his desk and search for paper and something to write with. Upon finding what you’re looking for, you scribble down a little note and leave it there next to your gift. You give him one last look before starting to limp up the stairs. Because it’s so early, no one else is up yet, so you slip out unnoticed thankfully. You’re not sure how you’d explain yourself to Robin. 

When Sebastian wakes up, the first thing he does is look over at his bed. He frowns when he finds you not there and he feels his heart sink a little. He sits up and runs his hands through his hair before scrubbing at his face. Upon dropping his hands, he notices two items resting before him. He practically has stars in his eyes as he picks the Obsidian up. He can’t believe what he’s seeing. 

Noticing the paper next to it, he picks that up next. As he reads your note, he starts to smile harder and harder. 

Dear Sebastian, 

Thank you for patching me up. Don’t think I ever actually properly thanked you last night. It means a lot to me that you’d go through all the trouble. I want you to have this. A little birdy once told me that you’ve always wanted to see Obsidian. I hope you can mark this off your bucket list now. If there’s anything else you want to see, I’m sure I can make it happen ;) Text me :) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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having a crush on the character that the whole fandom wants is soooo embarrassing like yes i want fuckboy mcgee and his penchant for violence like the rest of you, don’t fucking look at me

[braveclementine]

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No." You replied honestly. 

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

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

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

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

Sebastians' eyes glimmered, "Excellent." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brevity of the Soul (Sebastian Michaelis x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

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

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

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

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

  So you have to…you have to try.

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

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

  But then he hushes you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  You don’t want to die.

  You don’t want to die.

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

  But a look that betrays you.

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

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

  All you can do is regret and suffer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

  …if he even needs to choose at all.

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Order's Received | ZZZ | Victoria Housekeeping Co. + Reader | Prologue

Vision seemed to blur like static from a television. Breathing was ragged, filled with phlegm and blood. The static was everywhere, slowly creeping into her ears, into her chest, into her limbs. Fists clench tightly around the bronze needles she ran with. All that’s left around her was Ethereal bodies and the leaking of her own blood. Her vision was fading, soon she would become like the things she killed. She has come to terms with this outcome a long time ago, knowing this was inevitable. Closing her eyes, she gives her last breaths.

—

The sound of static was loud, almost painful, in her ears. She scrunches her brows trying to focus her channel of hearing on the faint voices that echo like phantoms through the harsh radio silence.

“...long time… up…?”

“...not Cor… should be… wait…”

“...ook... moving...”

“...oodness… et some wat…”

Sweat starts to roll down her brow as she tries harder to focus. Her head feels like it’s spinning, nausea consuming her thoughts and stomach. Breathing grows ragged, nearly heaving. She wants to open her eyes, but she just can’t seem to muster them movement. Her hands clench around nothing, jagged nails digging into the flesh of her palm.

“...no!... caon what do… o?!...”

“...rab a wet… owel…”

Breathing begins to hurt her chest as she tries her best to focus. Her brain swims within itself, numerous thoughts phasing in and out of existence faster than the faintest radio waves.

“It’s… ight… Calm down… verything… be okay…”

Simple words, but held so much power over her head. A directive, a command, an order. Opening her mouth just slightly, enough for her chapped lips to peel apart, she speaks an automatic response, one drilled into her over many years.

“Orders… received…”

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The Phantomhive Manor.

The first time you set foot inside that place, it took everything in you not to gape openly. It was more like a palace masquerading as a home, the kind of grandiose estate that made even the most disciplined workers awestruck when they arrived for duty. 

Ornate chandeliers hung above, gems like falling stars, and polished marble floors gleamed underfoot, the scent of aged wood and fresh roses always permeating the air. Room after room awaited inside, each one led to by a labyrinth of hallways.

It was beautiful, yes. Imposing too. 

There was great power here, far more than your poor, downtrodden family could ever even fathom. With resilience though, you had managed to work your way up to this prestigious position; a Phantomhive maid.

You adjusted your posture as you stepped inside, smoothing your skirts and lifting your chin, quietly reminding yourself of the importance of this day. First impressions were everything, but you were fairly confident. After all, you had been raised to carry yourself with grace and decorum, qualities your previous, smaller employers, had always admired. It was that reputation that had earned you this opportunity, and you didn’t intend to squander it.

“Ah, the new maid,” a smooth, rich voice greeted, pulling your attention to the figure approaching you.

Sebastian Michaelis.

You recognized him immediately, having heard the staff in your last post whispering about him—the perfect butler, the shadow of the Earl of Phantomhive. Seeing him in person made those stories feel almost understated. His presence was magnetic, his tailored suit fitting him impeccably, and those crimson eyes… 

They were piercing in a way that made your chest tighten. He was ethereally beautiful. 

He offered you a polite bow. “Welcome to Phantomhive Manor. I trust your journey was pleasant.”

“It was, thank you,” you replied, keeping your tone steady. You returned his bow with practiced poise, careful not to let your nerves show. Your ankle almost wobbled, but you willed it into check.

Sebastian straightened, his gaze lingering on you for a beat too long. 

“Follow me. We’ll begin at once.”

…

The first few days were grueling. Sebastian was exacting in a way that bordered on ruthless. Every task was scrutinized, every mistake corrected with almost inhuman precision. But you’d expected as much. The Phantomhive household had a pretty scary reputation when it came to high standards, and Sebastian made it clear from the outset that he intended to uphold them just as strictly as the rumors suggested. Luckily, this was something you had prepared for.

“You were uneven here,” he said one morning, gesturing to the edge of a polished silver tray you’d arranged. “Symmetry is paramount. Start again.”

“Yes, Mr. Michaelis,” you replied, keeping your tone even, though your ego was a little bruised. You made the adjustment without hesitation regardless, wanting to keep him happy. Wanting to keep this job, one you had worked so hard for.

It wasn’t until you glanced up that you noticed the faintest flicker of…something…in his eyes. It was gone in an instant, replaced by his usual placid manner, but it had been there. It had definitely been there. And it wasn’t the last time you’d witness it.

By the end of your first week, even Sebastian had trouble finding fault in your performance. That alone would have been satisfying, but it was the subtle shifts in his demeanor that caught your attention—the way his gaze lingered when he thought you weren’t looking, the way his tone softened ever so slightly when addressing you.

“Impressive,” he had commented one afternoon after watching you arrange the dining table for a dinner service. The compliment was rare, and his voice carried a warmth you hadn’t heard before.

“Thank you,” you said, meeting his eyes.

Something flickered there again, but he looked away before you could discern it.

Thus, it didn’t take long for word of your performance to spread. When a visiting noblewoman from another prominent family dined at the Phantomhive estate, she noticed your poise and precision immediately. You caught her watching you several times during the evening, and by the time the dinner ended, she had requested a private word with Ciel.

A few days later, you were called into the estate manager’s office.

“You’re being transferred,” the manager told you bluntly. “Lady Ashdown’s family has requested your services. They’re offering a significant sum to secure you.”

The news took you by surprise, but you couldn’t deny the opportunity was flattering. The Ashdown family was one of the wealthiest in England, and working for them would be an incredible step forward in your career.

“Does the young master approve?” you asked carefully.

“Lord Phantomhive has no objections,” the manager replied. “Lady Ashdown’s bid outmatched what we would pay to retain you, and his lordship sees no reason to interfere.”

“Then…” you flushed happily, “...That’s simply wonderful news!”

…

When Sebastian heard this ‘wonderful news’, though, his reaction was anything but positive. Not even neutral.

“Transferring?” he repeated, his tone dangerously soft. He stood perfectly still, but the tension radiating off him was palpable. Like an aura.

You hesitated. “Yes. Lady Ashdown’s family made an offer—”

“And the young master agreed to this?”

You nodded. “It’s a good opportunity.”

For a moment, Sebastian said nothing. Then, he turned his gaze to you, his crimson eyes darker than you’d ever seen them, almost black. 

“A good opportunity,” he echoed, his voice cold. “For whom?”

“I—” You faltered, unsure how to respond.

“You’ve worked here for mere weeks,” he continued, his tone like ice. “Do you believe your training is complete? That you’ve reached the pinnacle of what you could achieve under my guidance?”

“I’m grateful for what I’ve learned here,” you said carefully, trying to placate him. “But—”

“Gratitude is meaningless if it leads to abandonment,” he said sharply. His words cut through you, and for the first time, you saw something raw beneath his polished exterior—something possessive.

You opened your mouth to argue, but he turned away abruptly, his movements stiff, and left the room without another word.

…

The night before your transfer, you struggled to sleep. The manor was eerily quiet tonight, silent in a way that felt heavy, oppressive, cloying. Though you tried to shake the unease crawling up your spine, it clung to you relentlessly.

After tossing yourself back and forth into an uncomfortable sweat, you decided to take a walk to clear your head and exhaust yourself a little, but as you stepped into the hallway, you found Sebastian waiting for you.

He stood there in the middle of your path, his posture as perfect as ever, but there was something different about him. He smiled when he saw you, but it wasn’t kind.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked softly.

You nodded, your throat suddenly dry. “I thought a walk might help.”

He stepped closer, his crimson eyes glinting in the low light. “And tomorrow,” he murmured, “you leave.”

“Yes,” you said, though the word felt uncertain now, like it didn’t belong to you. “Sebastian, about that—”

“You won’t be leaving.”

The words were calm, but the force behind them was undeniable, and scary. Your chest tightened. “Sebastian, it’s not up to you—”

“You belong here,” he said, cutting you off. His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried all the weight of a firm command. “With me.”

Your breath caught. “Sebastian, I—”

“Shh.” He closed the distance between you, his gloved hand brushing against your cheek. His smile widened, but it was predatory now, his eyes gleaming with something primal. “I won’t permit it. You are mine.”

…His?

“You do have a choice, of course,” he interrupted smoothly, his voice soft but sharp as a blade. He stepped closer, and you instinctively stepped back, only to feel the fine wallpaper against your shoulders. “You can choose to stay. Or you can choose to leave and face the consequences.”

Your chest tightened. “What…consequences?”

Sebastian tilted his head slightly, his smile widening. “Do you believe the Ashdown family will receive you if you fail to arrive?” he murmured, his tone as gentle as it was menacing. “What will they think if your journey ends abruptly? If your carriage is overturned in an unfortunate accident? Or perhaps…” He paused, his gloved fingers brushing against your cheek in sickening tenderness. “…if word reaches them that you’ve simply vanished?”

The breath caught in your throat. “You wouldn’t—”

“Wouldn’t I?” he asked, his crimson eyes locking onto yours and holding your own gaze captive. His smile didn’t waver, but there was something unhinged and strange about the way he looked at you now, something that made your stomach twist nauseously. 

“Do you truly believe you have more value to them than you do to me?”

Your heart began to pound against your ribs. 

“Sebastian, this isn’t right��”

“What ‘isn’t right’,” he said softly, leaning in closer, “is the idea of someone else benefiting from all that you’ve become under my guidance. From the dedication I’ve cultivated. From the grace I’ve come to admire.”

You shuddered as his hand slipped from your cheek to your chin, tilting your face up to meet his with just two slender digits. His touch was deceptively gentle, smooth against your skin, but there was no mistaking the reality that you were trapped. You couldn’t pull away, even if you tried.

“You were never meant to leave, [Y/N],” he murmured, his voice low and hypnotic. “Not for them. Not for anyone.”

Your voice trembled as you spoke. “The young master—”

“Has no attachment to you,” he interrupted, his tone dismissive. “But I do.”

The weight of his words crushed whatever protest you might have had left. Staring at him, your body was frozen, your mind reeling. This wasn’t protectiveness. This wasn’t care. This was possession, pure and absolute.

“Do you see now?” he asked, his voice softer but no less dangerous. “There is no scenario in which you leave this manor.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, but you bit them back, refusing to let them fall. 

“You can’t keep me here,” you whispered, though the words felt hollow even as you spoke them.

Sebastian chuckled, the sound low and dark, and stepped back just enough to let his gaze roam over you. “Oh, my dear,” he said, his smile widening into something far more sinister. “I am a demon. Keeping you here is the simplest of tasks.”

He straightened, his expression once again composed, as though the conversation had been nothing more than idle chatter. Yours was anything but. 

“Go back to bed,” he said smoothly. “You’ll need your rest.”

You didn’t move, your heart still racing, your body trembling. Processing what he had just said.

“That wasn’t a suggestion,” he added with pressure in his tone, his crimson eyes glinting with warning. “Run along now. You have no need to trouble yourself with things you cannot change.”

Bewildered, you turned and stumbled back up the hallway toward your room, your legs barely carrying you, his words echoed in your mind. As your pace quickened, so too did your panic.

There was no leaving. Not now. Not ever. 

And as you shut the door behind you, pressing your back against it, you realized one terrifying truth:

Sebastian Michaelis had already decided your fate.

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[babylacedream]

please dont ask why theres blood on my hands

i always find myself back to you જ part 9 of ?

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10

pairing: yandere!bucky barnes x f! reincarnated autistic reader

warning: struggling with bucky's death, grief, yandere themes, anxiety, obsessed!bucky, violence, angsty, separation anxiety, talks of suicide, depression, mental illness, death, ableism

summary: you told something serious to bucky.

notes: inspired by pinkpantheress unreleased song called whisker, I recommend listening.

please remember i am autistic, so i will be writing my personal experience with my autism. thanks!

ps im not fully knowledgeable about buckys timeline so the years might not add up to the mcu's timeline.

this hit too close to home <3 i honestly dont even know what i just wrote haha wish you luck!

Why'd I keep trying to go overboard? I tried to do this while there's police at my door Please don't ask why there's blood on my hands I know he saw them, now he won't ask me to dance I love watching you smile, the way that you feel I just need a passport But that's how we live in the morning Well, he said "come watch the sunrise" It's all worth it, just to see the look in your eyes When they've gone bright Ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah And im alone all the time, i can't admit that i like you You want to leave me, so bad Ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah I can't do this so well, so now I won't let you go

While you were fast asleep, the Winter Solider knew they were here, like the rats, they were lurking around in your apartment.

It was a nightly routine, taking care of these rats.

The Winter Solider gazed at your sleeping figure, not being able to take his blue eyes off your peaceful state. He caressed your cheek, a silent promise that he would always and forever protect you.

The Winter Solider went out of your room to investigate. The Winter Solider looked in your kitchen. A rat placed a HYDRA device in your ventilation. A device he knew all too well.

Смерть Устройство

A lethal smoke that would slowly kill you, making you have the worst dreams of all, while it killed you from the inside and out.

The Winter Solider was tall enough to reach the vent above your kitchen; it was no difficult task for him to easily rip open the vent.

With the device on the Winter Solider's titanium hand, he crushed it beneath his hold.

But why would the Winter Solider let them in? Maybe the Winter Solider wanted to play a bit with the rat, making it think it had a chance to leave unscathed.

The Winter Solider looked towards the kitchen window to see the rat hiding out like a coward behind the bushes you usually tended to.

It was ruining your bushes.

The Winter Solider had no use for a gun; right now, he just wanted the little rat to suffer with his deathly strength.

Let's just say the Winter Solider had squeezed the rat like you usually squeeze those limes you use to make your favorite guacamole.

The Winter Solider never wants you to see him like this. That killing instinct he felt for these rats, he would feel it only for you.

The Winter Solider disposed of the disfigured body, making sure it never reached your sight.

The Winter Solider cleaned himself from the blood in the shower. He knows how sensitive you are to these things.

You would be scared. Terrified of him. You would even run away from him.

The Winter Solider climbed in bed with you, pulling you close to his arms as you slept, and buried himself into your chest.

It was five in the afternoon, and you were in the kitchen making some hot dogs for Bucky and yourself. You were very specific about how you liked your hot dogs.

You placed the sausages in a bowl with water and sprinkled seasoning on the sausages. You hated when sausages were grilled. You put the bowl in the microwave, letting it heat.

You went to your counter to grab the hot dog buns, and you picked out a plate for you and Bucky, placing two hot dog buns on each plate. The microwave beeped, you took out the hot bowl and placed the sausages in each bun.

You opened your refrigerator and took out your ketchup and mayo because you forgot to buy yellow mustard. After finishing decorating your hot dogs the way you like.

You placed both plates on the dinette table. Bucky was eating the hot dog. It looked like he enjoyed them. So, you were staring at him to get any reaction from him.

"Is it good?"

Bucky licked his lips clean of ketchup and nodded, chewing the food. "It reminds me of when you made me this on that school field trip."

You smiled and ate your hot dog. You were glad he liked them because you liked them too.

You were doodling on your writing table in your bedroom when you heard a noise outside your door. You placed your pencil on the table and walked out.

Bucky was replacing the old vent with a new one.

"Woah, what happened?"

"A rat."

You were in the living room, pondering when your home phone rang. You answered. It was your mother...

You wouldn't say you have the greatest relationship with your mother. She was very unfriendly towards you. Finding out she had such a strange, depressing daughter was not in her plans.

When you were just a baby, you were quiet, not speaking until you were six years old. You were named the sad girl in Elementary school because one of your classmates heard you mumble the words, "I wish I was dead."

What's worse is that you tried confiding in her about your problems with your past memories, but she brushed you off like usual. What did you expect?

"What is it, mother?"

"Ah, darling. I found a date for you. He's in his mid-thirties, a great man, and has lots of money."

"Mother, I've already told you this. I don't plan on dating."

A sigh through the phone made you roll your eyes. "Do you want to die alone? Is that it? Are you trying to make your mother depressed like you?"

You exhaled, rubbing your temples. "Mother, please. I—"

"I told you that those visions you had when you were sixteen about that man are just something that came from your father. He was just as crazy as you."

"...Goodbye, Mother." You slammed the phone, hanging it up. You just intensely stare at the phone when a hand on your shoulder makes you jump.

"Oh, Bucky!" You turned around, "Sorry, uh... Is something wrong?" You looked up at his eyes; they seemed quite sad. Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist, cuddling you while giving you gentle rubs on your back.

You chuckled, looking down on the ground. You should tell him, right? He deserves to know, right? Could he help you? But what if he thinks like they all did?

"I... wanted to tell you something. I just sort of kept it hidden. So, I wouldn't do anything stupid. But, uh... after finding out, you were presumed killed in action. I... took my own life."

You were so fixated on Bucky that you ended your life because you couldn't handle being apart from him.

"I just couldn't handle the ache in my heart. I felt so miserable and lonely."

As you vented your feelings, Bucky kissed your forehead while consoling you, rocking you gently. Something Bucky did to you all the time when you were sad.

"I'm so sorry, Bucky." You wept. Bucky gently let you go and cubbed your face, wiping your tears. "Hey, look at me." He said so soothingly. "You have nothing to apologize for."

"I should be asking you for forgiveness for leaving you like this."

You didn't care. All you wanted was him. You never wanted him to leave you again like that. You wanted to forget all those memories of being away from him for so long. That fear you felt when you received the news of his passing.

"You can't scare me like that."

Bucky pulled you in for a hug again, never letting you go, almost like he was scared to lose you. As you melted into his embrace, he lifted his titanium hand onto the back of your head and whispered into your ear.

In his eyes, a chilly storm was brewing as determination consumed him. Bucky won't let you risk hurting yourself. He would have to take things away from you.

Bucky doesn't want to let you go. Ever again. Bucky nuzzled into your neck, breathing in your scent.

"Never."

[alexendria-rose]

That Damn Sebastian Sallow~ Sebastian Sallow X Reader.

Warnings~ Smut, alcohol usage, sexual harassment(not from our sweet Sebastian) language.

Y/n ~

I sit next to Imelda scoffing at what Sebastian Sallow was screaming about, oh on how he fought so poachers with my help. But didn’t seem to include that in the ridiculous story from our last semester where I magically “saved the world.” I can’t believe I ever help that nitwit. We were never friends, we helped each other to get what we both wanted. I wanted more information about Ragnok and he wanted to save his sister and miserably failed. But of course I couldn’t let his go to Azkaban, he was a stupid dick but he didn’t deserve that, nobody did. So I convince Ominis and he agreed it wasn’t the right move. But ever since that day we haven’t talked at all, he was more cocky then last year and that was saying a whole lot. I roll my eyes when he locks eyes and gives me a small wink. I look at Imelda with an irritated expression on my face.

“I might kill him.” I sigh rubbing my forehead the headache starting to form. She laughs at my expression that sat on my face.

"Oh shut up Y/n, you love that nitwit." I widen my eyes planting a nice hit on her shoulder.

"I do not love him, he's literally a fuck boy who I'm pretty sure has fucked everyone in this castle, also he's annoying? His ego is too big for my liking." I mumble softly, Garreth walks up behind us tickling my sides, I start giggling. "Garreth Weasley!" Garreth was one of my best friends, he was kind of dumb but I loved him as a friend.

"Hello beautiful girl." He smirks sliding in the seat next to Imelda and I. "Hello Imelda." She rolls her eyes smugly waving a small hi before heading out of the great hall. "What are you doing tonight? The Gryffindor's are having a party in our common room with everyone in our 6th year, coming?" I smirk lightly raising a eyebrow to him.

"Are you kidding of course I'm coming." He smiles placing a small kiss to my cheek.

"Can't wait to see you later tonight then, but I do have to head out I'm making some concoctions for our party tonight, so I'll see you later beautiful girl." He gives me a smile goodbye, also heading out of the Great Hall.

"Ugh that was the worse flirting I've ever seen." I turn my head towards Sebastian furrowing my eyebrows. I huff gathering my stuff in my arms.

"Oh like you can do better Sallow, let me guess you use the same lines on everyone in this castle?" I question lifting an eyebrow before trying to walk away from the conversation. Sebastian rushes after me keeping up with my pace.

"Oh? Come on L/n if I wanted you, I could have you." He smirks, we walk out of the Great Hall I slow down to face him, scoffing at his comment.

"Never will you get me Sebastian Sallow, you couldn't have me if you wanted too." Sebastian smirks tilting his head at me before crossing his arms.

"So you're saying you've never thought of me?" He comments moving towards me slowly. I back up while he continues to move towards. "You're telling me, you've never thought of my lips on your own? My body close to yours?" My back was pressed against the wall as he continues to move closer to me, I hitch my breath feeling his breath on mine. He grabs my chin making me look up into those stupid hazel eyes. "Cause I think about you all the time." He whispers gently into my ear, my knees buckle at the way his breath went down my neck. I cant believe he has the audacity to think he can just claim me? I glare up at him keeping my legs tightly together.

"No, because knowing you can't have me, but knowing I can make you weak gives me such a satisfaction." I grab his tie, turning him around pushing him against the wall I was just against before leaning towards his face, my hand still gripping onto his tie, his eyes widen at the sudden switch. "I know you think about me Sebastian, and that gives me great satisfaction." I whisper into his ear before giving him a teasing nip on his ear smirking slightly before pulling back to see his face flustered, his breath was hitched and yes I was right this was satisfying. I smirk pushing myself away. "See you later Sebastian Sallow." I walk away winning yet another battle, but maybe not so much because I was starting to feel things that I have yet not felt before. I glance back at him to see him already staring at me with amazement across his face.

Sebastian~

I look at her while she walks away, she glances at me and I swear she knocked me out with that one look. I lean against the pillar next to me. What the actually fuck was that? I've always thought she was beautiful, but I didn't actually care for her that much... but I just loved to tease her, the way she would puff out here cheeks, the way she didn't let me put her down-she would always put a fight, and Merlin beard did that do that to me. I lied I did care for her, but I also had this strange obsession to make her mine, even though we would barely talk and when we did we bantered back and fourth with each other, and I never tried to get to know her knowing she hated me. But after that interaction, she was going to be mine and I was going to try everything in my power to make her mine. I walk into the Undercroft taking all my frustration out by casting as much as spells as I possibly can,

"What the fuck Sebastian." I gasp at the voice turning to look at Ominis, I probably looked like a mess(even thought he couldn't see it), I was trying to distract myself from even thinking about her lips, or her body against mine. Merlin was I sexually frustrated. I groan sitting down on the floor loosening up my tie, letting my wand hang loose between my legs.

"Sorry Ominis, just needed some time to think." I mumble running my fingers through my messy hair. I sigh deeply thinking fdeeply into my thoughts.

"Let me guess, our precius Y/n, the girl you haven't stopped talking about since she beat your ass in crossed wands fifth year?" He questions a sly smirk playing on his face. I scoff at his fuckin stupid ass smirk standing up from my position.

"Fuck I don't know Ominis, she hates me, she bloody hates me, but today... I told her I could make her mine if I really wanted too, and Merlins beard she pushes me against the wall saying I wanted her, now I can't stop thinking about her." I ramble pacing back and forth the Undercroft. Ominis stands still his smirk still dancing on his lips.

"Ah, you like our Hogwarts hero, don't you Sallow." He laughs. "Well maybe you can actually tell her at the party in the Gryffindor common room." He comments before I could reply he exits out of the Undercroft leaving me with my thoughts.

Y/n~

I stand in front of the mirror Imelda next to me putting some makeup on, I've in fact never seen Imelda with even a little bit of makeup on so it was a bit weird I was watching her put makeup on for the first time. I was wearing my knee high boots with a black tight skirt, of course mini skirt what else? with a black corset making my boobs look fantastic might I add. Imelda looks me up down.

"Damn girl, if I was interested in woman, I might just take you now." She winks at me and I laugh at her shaking my head.

"Good, because tonight I'm going to give Sebastian Sallow a taste of his own medicine." I couldn't get Sebastian out of my head since earlier today. The way he was towering over me against the wall, his breath on my neck. I hate that I'm even thinking about him. This is exactly what he was trying to do, but I wasn't going to let him win. Imelda lifts her eyebrow.

"Oh, someone admitting her feelings about him now?" She questions tilting her head putting on her dangling earrings. I scoff laughing.

"Oh I don't not have feelings for that twit." But I slightly blush at her comment, turning my head away as I do so. There was something about the way I controlled him, the way he controlled me. I wonder what he looked like shirtle- merlin Y/n what are you thinking, control your head dumbass. "Just want to play with him a little." I smirk giving myself one finally look in the mirror a satification look playing on my face.

"Well, you will with what you're wearing, making me think why I like men while you're wearing that." She comments, I shake my head once again giggling a bit.

"Oh hush, lets get going yeah?" She nods following me to the Gryffindor common room.

We enter the common room, the party already starting. Some were making out in the corner, others taking shots of whatever Garreth was making. Speaking of Garreth he locks eyes on me, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. He walks over holding two glasses in his hands.

"Wow, Y/n, Wow." He looks me up and down. "You look absolutely breathtaking my dear." I chuckle.

"Oh, I just picked something out of my chest." I wink, I point at the second drink. "May I?" He gives me the drink.

"Only for the best." He smirks lightly downing his drink, me following swiftly. The drink burns my throat a bit, but it hit me like a brick. "What is this?!"

"Oh, well it has a lot of alcohol in it and only one drink is really needed." He grins as my eyes widen on how I was already feeling it clogging my system.

"I-I can already feel it, Garreth!" He grabs my waist bringing close to him, I look at him with wide eyes. I didn't feel anything for Garreth, really he was my close friend but that was it, I've always secretly wondered if he wanted to be more but I tried to keep him only in the friend zone.

"Garreth..." I place my hands on his chest, as he grins down at me moving his face closer. "I don't feel that way towards you." I mumble softly looking behind him to catch Sebastian's eyes on me, watching my every move. I look back into his eyes my cheeks heating up but before you know it Garreth agressively places his lips on mine, my eyes widen even more at the contact, me trying to push him away but he kept holding me, actively hurting me as he does so. Sebastian grabs his shoulder ripping him off of me.

"Piss of Weasley!" He shoves Garreth away from me, Garreth looks fuming looking between the two of us.

"Oh, I see what's going on, fucking Sebastian huh, you're such a fuckin whore L/n." Sebastian swings and punches Garreth square into his mouth. Garreth stubles back grabbing his mouth, stomping away from Sebastian. Sebastian looks at me grabbing my arms scanning me from head to toe.

"Are you okay?" He asks genuinely, my eyes look into his, I haven't seen him like this since I helped him finding a cure for Anne, but even then I haven't seen him genuinely care for me, just his twin. I nod smiling softly.

"I'm fine, I would've had him if you would've let me." I tease. I really did like the way Sebastian came to my aid, it made him hotter? Wait hotter?! Did I think he was hot to begin with. He smirks softly.

"I know you would've had him, but I did need an excuse to be near you." He whispers gently placing a gentle hand on my hip. "Dance with me?" He tilts his head at me once again a sly smirk dancing around him lips, and for some reason that was my favorite thing he did. Oh god, I really was starting to fall but I couldn't let him win.

"Only if you can handle me Sallow." I grab the collar of his shirt bringing him closer to me, he grips onto my hips bringing my hips closer to his. I hitch a breath at the contact looking up at him but his eyes were already on mine.

"I'm the only one who can handle you." He whispers in my ear, nibbling gently on my ear just like I did to him before leaving him stranded. I gasp as he places a small kiss to the side of my neck, my eyes rolling back into my head at the contact.

"Maybe you're right, but I'm the only who makes you weak to your knees." I bark back, moving my hands up and down his chest, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. He inhales deeply. God I wanted him, the way he looked in black slacks, and this black button up rolled up to his elbows, he must know this is my weakest spot for men.

"You're right, my dear." He slides his hands from my waist down to my thigh bringing up the skirt gently, his gentle touch somehow brings moan out of my lips. "Merlin Y/n, I can't do this anymore, with me now." He grabs my hand bringing down to the Undercroft (sneakily of course) We get to the Undercroft him slamming against one of the pillars. One of his hands above my head leaning over me, the other holding my waist tightly. "You're all I could think about today, I need you." He growls under his breath. I squeeze my legs together feeling the giant pool of wetness between my thighs.

"Me too Sebastian. I want you to make me yours." I breath out grabbing his collar again but this time smashing his lips onto mine, he grips my waist bringing his hips closer to mine, oh god was he making me insane. I grind against his cock through his pants smirking as he moans against my lips. He explores my mouth with his tongue, he slides his hand from my hips up to my neck giving it a gentle grip. I moan at the contact. "I need more." I whine into his lips.

"What's the magic word, princess." He smirks pulling back from the deep make out session. I look at him innocently.

"What magic word?" I ask teasing him, how far could I push him. He grips my neck harder but not hard enough to actually choke me out but enough to knock the air out of me.

"Don't tease, be a good girl huh?" He says gently into my ear, his smirk forming even more. "Want to be fucked senseless? I suggest you obey." I whimper at his words.

"Please Sebastian, I need more." I beg, his eyes suddenly darkening at the way I begged, that was I needed to know to tip him over the edge.

"Good girl." He traces my lips with his fingers, until he aggressively attacks my neck in the process of marking my neck. I moan tugging his hair. My neck was my weak spot and merlin's beard was he good at knowing how to treat it. He pulls back unbuttoning his shirt slowly smirking at the way I stood there trying to wait patiently, rubbing my thighs together to create some sort of friction. He kicks at my thighs. "Did I say you could do that?" He slides his shirt off his arms, my eyes immediately glued onto his chest and his stomach, have I really been missing this? This entire time. He undo's his belt with one hand his eyes on mine making me nervous. He doesn't take his belt off all the way letting it loosely hang from his pants. He walks over to me ripping the corset off of my chest. "We don't need this anymore do we?" He looks at my exposed chest licking his lips. "Wow love, all of this for me?" He flicks my nipple and I moan at the contact squeezing my thighs together tightly. He moves his lips down to my stomach kissing his way down to the band of my skirt. "Don't need this anymore, do we?" He takes my skirt off sliding it down my legs him pausing when he see's that I did indeed not wear any underwear to this party. I smirk subtly.

"Like what you see Sallow?" I look down at him as he throws the skirt off to the side grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh I love it Miss L/n," he says moving his fingers up and down my thigh which sends a wave of electricity up and down them. He moves his hand closer, moving his finger inside of me and I moan out from the instant contact, he starts pushing his finger in and out inside of me, whimpering at his fingers moving inside of me. How the bloody hell did I miss this? I move my hands to his hair gripping on his hair tightly, I almost reach to my climax when he suddenly pulls his finger out of me, and I pout at him. He stands up getting face to face with mine. "Take off my pants." He commands crossing his arms. I get flustered at the way he looks at me that cocky little smile he gives me, I hate him but Merlin I wanted him, I take off his pants getting on my knees starting at how hard he already was. I look up at him through my lashes a smirk grazing upon my face, I take his underwear off his dick flinging out, I take him in my mouth my innocent eyes looking up at him but he's already look at me. A moan escaping his mouth, he leans his head back his eyes rolling back into his head.

"Merlins beard Y/n." He moans out, he sucks in a breath looking back down to see me already looking at him. He grabs the back of my head pushing my mouth further into him, and he starts to fuck my face. "Fuck, you are a good girl aren't you?" He pulls back and I breath in deeply. He grabs my wrist pulling me up against his chest, turning my around pushing my chest against the pillar. "Are you okay with this?" He whispers against my neck placing a gentle kiss on it. "I can stop now."

"Please Sebastian, I need you, I'm okay with this." I hitch out breathing rapidly. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. Even though I hate it." I can feel his smirk against my skin tracing my arm up and down. He suddenly thrusts himself inside of me and I gasp out loudly at the contact bracing my hands against the wall.

"You secretly love it L/n..." He nibbles my neck creating yet another mark there, Imelda was going to love questioning it. He thrust in and out of my grabbing the back of my hair making me scream out in pleasures.

"Fuck Sebastian." I moan, I needed more of him. I turn around pushing him down onto the floor his eyes widen in surprise as I make my way on top of him before guiding him to my entrance teasing him by skimming my folds around his cock, he throws his head back groaning.

"Such a fuckin tease, huh?" He grabs my hips pushing me down onto him, I gasp once again at the contact. I start to go up and down his length clenching myself around him, I was pushed over the edge and I was getting close to my climax, his thrusting into me getting sloppy and my moving up and down his length also getting sloppy.

"S-Sebastian I'm gonna cum." I choke out.

"Merlin's beard, me too princess." He thrusts into me one last time before we both each to our end, him releasing in side of me, me following swiftly. I get off of him crashing down next to him, looking up at the ceiling above us heavily breathing, blood starts rushing to my face realizing what I just did. I fucked the person I've hated since last year, someone I despise, but look where I was now. Naked next to him, butterflies in my stomach. I look at him but he was already looking at me, something that has indeed happened a lot today. He moves a piece of hair that was in front of my eye. "You are so beautiful." He mumbles. I blush at his comment looking into those hazel eyes that I use to hate.

"Shut up Sallow, you're only saying that cause of we did, probably can add that to your list of woman." I sit up covering my chest. Was I falling hard? Yes, but I knew I was just someone who he needed to have, a desire. He sits up moving closer to me grabbing my chin making me look at him.

"You think that's why I did what I did tonight?" He questions with soften eyes. "I did what I did tonight because even though I tease you, and make bloody stupid remarks I have not stopped thinking about you since you beat my ass in crossed wands. I've been wanting to make you mine since day one but knew you never wanted more." He lets go of my chin looking down at the ground before standing up putting on his pants.

"Wait Sebastian, you've liked me since then? Why the bickering with me? Why the teasing?" I question looking at him not even bothering putting on my clothes. He kneels down in front of me.

"Because I love seeing you get mad, kind of cute." He smirks, I start to laugh at him shaking my head.

"Shut up Sallow." I stand up putting my clothes back on, he stares at me as I do so. He comes up from behind me wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I love you Y/n." Sebastian mumbles softly into my shoulder, my breath hitches at the way it smoothly came out of that dumb mouth.

"I love you too dummy." I laugh giving him a small peck on his cheek. "Even though you drive me mad, but you're the only person who I will allow that grace." We suddenly hear footsteps walking into the Undercroft and both our breath hitches. I pull away from Sebastian seeing Ominis walk in.

"Sebastian?" Ominis questions as he stomps in the undercroft stopping at a halt pausing. "Wait Y/n?"

"Oh Hi Ominis." I awkwardly wave even though I know he couldn't see it, the heat making its way to my cheeks.

"Oh come on! in the undercroft, I swear to merlin if there is anything sticky I will be the one to use a unforgivable curse." Sebastian and I start laughing at the sassy Ominis we both know. Oh boy was Sebastian going to hear an ear full from him. And I with Imelda.

Stupid ending I know, but could not think how I wanted to end this. Also my first ever writing smut, give me some feedback I need it!~A/N

[vampirethingz]

bro i N E E D. a bucky/winter soldier x reader who got trained in the red room by him

ive got a whole ass plot and i cant write it cause im no writer 😭😭

[mizu-chin]

Yes My Lord "Nightly Comfort"

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

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

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

"Come in," she said softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sarahrogersevans]

Sebastian stan and his wife reader brings their son or daughter to first grade school for the first time. Sebastian got a little emotional his kid is all grown up

My Kid Is Growing Up Too Fast- Sebastian Stan Wife!xreader fan fic request

Summary: Sebastian and Y/N bring their son to their first grade school for the first time and Sebastian tears up in happiness and sadness that his son is growing up

Warnings: angsty, fluff, emotional moments, fluff comfort, soft daddy Sebastian, let me know if I miss anything

-Sebastian’s POV-

Today is the day that Y/N and I bring our son Tommy to first grade and I cannot believe how fast our time went and that he is already gonna be going to grade school but I am so excited to drive him to school with Y/N this morning and I know she’s nervous about leaving him but I know he will have fun and make a lot of friends.

“Alright buddy, do you have everything Tommy?” I asked him and helped him put his small backpack on. Tommy nodded his head and said “yea! I’m ready dad!” I gave him a high five and said “that’s my boy, did you eat breakfast??” He nodded walking to the door and said “yes dad I had a waffle with peanut butter and some fruit.” I smiled and said “oh yum! That sounds delicious Tommy, alright let’s get in the car we gotta get to you to school.”

Y/N got in the car with us and we drove to his school and when we got there I parked the car and I helped him out and Y/N held his hand and said “alright sweetie first day of school, how ya feeling honey??” He shrugged and said “hmm ok I guess are you ok mommy?” She smiled and kissed his head and said “oh honey I just… I can’t believe how fast you are growing up before my eyes.” Tommy hugged his mom and said “love you mommy.” She hugged him and gave him his backpack and said “I love you too baby have fun and make some friends and behave ok?” He nodded and I knelt down by Tommy and said “alright son I’m sure you’ll be the hit of the class you are very smart and a great kid do your best son.”

Y/N and I watched him head inside the school with the other kids and he looked back at us sometimes and we both waved to him and we smiled at him and Y/N blew him a kiss. I looked at Y/N and noticed she was crying and I was trying to not cry but I started to cry and I hugged Y/N and said “baby I miss our son already..” she rubbed my back while hugging me and said “I know Seb but he’ll be ok he’s a tough kid babe.”

I smiled and nodded my head rubbing the back of my neck and said “you’re right Y/N, thank you for having a child honey I love you and our son so much.” She smiled and kissed me and said “oh Sebastian I love you so much and we got very lucky with Tommy.” I nodded my head and kissed her forehead and I looked into her eyes with love and said “very lucky doll, our famieverything I’ve never been so happy, I can’t wait to see what’s in store for our family and I bet Tommy will learn so much.”

-Y/N’s POV-

Later in the afternoon I went to go pick up Tommy from school with Sebastian and he was dressed as Bucky coming from filming and he still had the metal arm on him and Tommy went to go say hi and some kids hung on his arm while he talked with some of the other parents and the moment I saw Tommy come ver to me I went to hug him and said “hi baby!! Oh my goodness I missed you!!” He smiled at me and said “hi mommy!!” We hung out at the park at the school for a bit while Tommy played with a few of the kids and then later I got Tommy strapped in the car and he told Sebastian all about school and when we got home I opened up his backpack and Tommy said “mommy when can we have a pet??” I wondered where that came from and I said “you wanna have a pet huh?” He nodded and said “yea! A dog was at school today and I got to pet it!”

We sat on the couch by Sebastian and I looked at him and signaled him to talk to him and Sebastian shrugged and picked up Tommy to have him sit on his lap and said “well buddy maybe when you’re a bit older, having a dog takes a lot is responsibility and dogs need a lot of love and attention and constant care.” Tommy said “I understand daddy, so maybe when I’m older?” I could tell he was really wanting a dog and I kissed his head and I chuckled softly and I said “we can talk about it alright Tommy?” He smiled and said “alright mom!” Sebastian turned on the tv and had us watch a movie together and Tommy kept telling us how much he loved school and I loved how Tommy was already loving first grade.

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𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮, to heaven

❝ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲. 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨. 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐣-T. ❞

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Disclaimer:

“Retiring from writing taboo smut now transitioning into softer themes! Do not fret, smut shall be written but in a more sensible and tame manner.”

𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝓊𝓃, 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓈𝓉, 𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔.

Say yes to heaven.

♱ Masterlist

[braveclementine]

Day 20~ 9:40 A.M.

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book.

Copyright: My OCs are Coach Yonce, Emma, Ila, Tempus, and Itty Bitty. I own these characters. I do not condone any copying of this.

Downey came pounding on the door this morning. I was still asleep and grouched as I rolled out of bed. I stumbled down the stairs and opened the door, barely getting 'good-morning' through my lips before he was pushing past me.

"Well I have good news." Downey proclaimed, "A lot of it actually."

He was already dressed in a navy blue suit, his hair perfectly styled in that annoying way. His tinted glasses were on his face as well. He made a beeline straight for the kitchen, starting up the coffee maker and pulling food out of the refrigerator to make eggs.

"What, you didn't eat before you came here?" I grouched, slumping into the kitchen chair, rubbing my eyes.

"No. This is for you." Downey said in a perfectly uncaring manner. "After you go upstairs, shave, shower, and get dressed. You'll want to. We're going out."

I could've argued with him. As it was, I asked if he was my nanny and he told me someone had to take care of me because I obviously wasn't doing it. I wondered why he didn't ask where Margarita was. Maybe he already knew I'd broken things off with her.

I didn't argue, going upstairs and taking a fairly long shower. I shaved and soaped up. I kind've liked the long hair thing I was doing for Bucky Barnes. Y/N had liked it too. Maybe that's why I hadn't cut it yet.

Marvel productions had been stopped. Fans were worrying that it would be the last Marvel movie ever. I figured it wouldn't. Stan Lee didn't think it was the last one either. But I did know I wouldn't be playing Bucky Barnes.

I should probably look into selling this house. I had money stocked away, but this was the sort of house millionaires could afford. I doubted whatever job I got after this wasn't going to be paying half as well.

I got dressed in a simple polo shirt and jeans. I headed downstairs, pulling my hair into a slight man bun.

The eggs were done and tasted fairly good. I was surprised Downey could cook.

"Alright, what's the good news Robert?" I asked as I ate.

"First off, Christina Bobb, that's the lawyer that's going to represent you, she's already uncovered confidential emails, not only between both Anthony and Joe, but also between several other millionaires and celebrities. There was a lot of money put into this. She's also discovered- with the help of a few other lawyers- that it was never meant to be a Marvel Movie."

"I think that was pretty obvious." I grunted out.

"It was some sort of psychology project that was being funded by some of the Middle Eastern Governments and also one of the South American and one European Government. I don't know all of the psychological terms or what they meant, but in the short run, it sounds like it was to see how kids could react under different types of pressure. How one feels being singled out, how another feels if they're underlooked or given more attention. How they'll react if given advantages and disadvantages. It's disgusting really."

I just nodded. I knew that if I said something about having been there, about seeing it in reality, I was going to get that sympathetic look.

And the talk about seeing a therapist.

I didn't need a bloody therapist. I needed confirmation that Y/N had made it back alright. Anywhere in the United States, but I just needed to know she was safe, with her family.

"Is there any more news?" I asked.

"Mrs. Bobb is ninety-nine percent certain that we'll win the case. There were a lot of arrests made when the police swept through that facility. They've also got the man who almost raped Y/N, thought you'd want to know that. You can see him if you want. I've already prepared to pay a small bribe for them to turn their head so you can punch him across the face if you want. Just kidding, I barely had to pay anything. He's scum and they hate him."

"Well that does make me feel a bit better. If you'd told me that in the beginning, I would've worn a suit." I responded.

"We also get our checks even though the movie was never made." Robert said, pulling out an envelope and tossing it on my table. "$345 Mil."

I looked at him. "What?"

"Yep. They divided up the funds. Don't worry, Y/N and all of the other one-hundred and twenty other families already got their money. Not that it probably does anything for them. Y/N's mother already said she'd trade the money for her daughter. I don't blame her. If my daughter or son went missing I'd give everything I had for them back." Robert said.

"Yeah, me too." I murmured. I had no kids, but I thought it might be the same with wives. Or at least lovers.

Not that I could really call Y/N my lover.

"Oh yeah." Robert added as an afterthought. "And they found Y/N."

I choked on my next mouthful of eggs. "YOU TELL ME THAT PART LAST?! YOU BASTARD! WHERE IS SHE? WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW! OH MY GOD IS SHE OKAY? IS SHE HURT? WERE HER FRIENDS WITH HER? WHERE DID THEY FIND HER? HOW LONG AGO WAS SHE FOUND?"

"This is exactly why I didn't tell you right away. Wanted to give you a chance to eat and get cleaned up. She's in a hospital in Pahrump, Nevada. The other three girls are with them. Their families are already being flown out there. Evans and Hiddleston are already waiting on the jet as we speak. Benedict said he wanted to join us, I hope that's alright with you."

"Yeah, sure, let's go." I said, getting up from the table.

Robert said nothing, getting up and leading me out of the house. We drove in silence to the airport, and then no one said much of anything on the jet either.

I was going to see her. I wondered if she would even want to see me. My stomach felt like it was rolling in turmoil and I cursed Robert for making me eat.

"She's safe at least." Chris said next to me. He was being unusually serious and quiet. "That's something if anything else."

I nodded. "I know. I'm thankful for just that."

It was much to soon, and yet, not soon enough before the plane was landing in Nevada.

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[manias-wordcount]

Hi, I hope you are well.

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

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

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Sebastian Michaelis

Sebastian thinks you’re “cute” in a way

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

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

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

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

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

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

You’re just some kid to Sebastian

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

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

Ciel Phantomhive

Ciel thinks you’re an enigma- just a little

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

You’re not fully divine

And you’re not fully human

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

(Though you haven’t seemed to realize that)

But your existence does make him question things more

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

For those reasons, Ciel probably keeps you around

After all, studying your existence isn’t completely uninteresting

Grelle Sutcliff

Grell does not give a shit LMAOOO

Seriously

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

Naturally, she was a little interesting upon first meeting you

You don’t run into one that often after all

But upon meeting you, the interest fades completely

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

It still doesn’t make you that special

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

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

Undertaker

He’s fond of you

Somewhat

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

And he doesn’t get to see many demigods

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

That being said, you’re not anything crazy special

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

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

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

But he’s excited either way

[roguishnymph]

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