Can I Request Something With Sebastian From Black Butler? He's Definitely One Of My Favorites~ Maybe

Can I request something with Sebastian from Black Butler? He's definitely one of my favorites~ Maybe force-feeding? Or daddy kink if you're cool with that?

Such a lovely little delicacy you are. Your soul looking sweeter and more delectable by the minute as Sebastian leers at you. The way your lips tug into a smile only causes the beast within him to tug and yank at its chains. But they won’t hold for long. Hell, they might already be broken.

“Sebastian, I thank you” you say politely, so genuine and sweet, making his insides turn with butterflies and feathers. You’re making him weak and you’ve barely done anything to him this morning! “But I cannot eat another bite. I have a figure to watch”. You gently push your plate of treats away, and Sebastian pushes it back without so much of a blink.

Figure? You? But you’re so beautiful already! Your creamy smooth skin, your adorably plush thighs, how your cute little stomach has some cushion as well. He imagines feeding you by hand as his cock plunges into you, how you’ll look debauched and filled and sinfully stuffed. He hides a growl, trying not to attack so soon with his desires on someone as delicate as you.

“Oh? But can’t you just take one more bite for me?”. Sebastian himself is caught off guard by what passed his lips. He needs to control his more lascivious side, but just the image alone of having you eating more and more is making him lose his will to keep up his gentle charade.

You begin to shake your head, but the ever so handsome butler reaches for a small cupcake, something he worked hard to perfect mind you, and presses it to your lips. “I did work hard making this. Just for you and your arrival at the phantomhive manor. Wont you at least tell me how they taste?”.

You whimper as a finger forced your lips apart, his index finger forcing some icing on your tongue as you blush and nearly bite off the demons finger in retaliation. But he doesn’t move. If anything that delicious sharp pain only spurred him on.

His voice was low in your ear as you finally complied, letting your tongue swipe up the icing before he forced the rest of the admittedly tasty treat into your mouth. There’s just something about watching you eat and be flustered while doing so, it’s making him rock hard.

The feeling of your warm tongue against his gloved hand, it wasn’t helping his burning fire and descent into a lust-filled madness. “That’s a good kitten…but you still have some more to finish”. The images of you begging and whimpering for him to stop-or continue- drove him to keep pushing and prying, wanting you to submit so he could truly have his fun with you and your beautiful body.

You grip his arm and try to fight him off, becoming more and more terrified of what’s come over the man. Sebastian just gives you a seductive, albeit animalistic stare, red eyes piercing into your own, so intensely you’re stunned into staying still for him.

“Don’t fight me now, just a few more treats and I’ll let you have your fun”.

The only ship dynamic that 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 🖤

Monster X Human

lil spider baby

Imagine some of the elves of Middle Earth find out how easy it is to make you (a human staying in Rivendell) blush and become aroused.

They’re almost amazed how much their sweet words and light touches affect you. They begin to crave your flushed cheeks, the way your breath speeds up and the smell of your arousal. At first they were territorial and wanted you for themselves but now they know it’s better to work together.

At first they didn’t want to have sex with you, not wanting to spoil the seemingly innocent fun, but when Elrond fingers you and tells of how easy it is to make you cum, they all want to learn more.

Thranduil loves how submissive and good you are for him. You do whatever he orders and you look so pretty kneeling between his legs.

Glorfindel is amazed at how much your human body can take and how tight you feel around him. At first he worried he’d hurt you, but he hates the look and sound of disappointment when he holds back from you.

Elrond wants to make you cum again and again and again. He doesn’t care for his own pleasure, he just craves the way you cry out and beg him once you become too simulated.

Haldir loves to toy with you. Although he craves the way your pleasure-filled voice sounds moaning his name, it’s the foreplay and the way he can tease you that he loves the most. Sneaking up on you to hear your surprised sounds and then the way your breath catches at his surprising touches.

Legolas is a lot more playful then his fellow elves and loves the sweet noises you make. He loves to bounce you in his lap and listen to your sweet moans and giggles. He will give you whatever you want because he craves your sweet smile and look of admiration. Loves to feel your soft skin and stare at your pleasure-filled face.

Lindir plays you like a fine instrument, spending hours learning how to make you create certain sounds for him. He uses his fingers, mouth and cock so he can hear all of your sweet sounds. He’s not above begging you to be louder or to sing out for him.

Perfect as always!

For All Time, It Was Always You

Chapter 4: Kitty Makes Three

(Pairing: Loki x Wife!Reader)

Click here for Chapter 3: Happy to Keep His Dinner Warm

Summary: Your husband comes home from work, and he's brought someone new.

Warnings: None, really. Fluff and allusion to smut

"Loki…" You reached behind him and fished a stack of letters out of the mailbox. Among them were a few frivolous catalogs for home and gardening goods, a magazine that proudly advertised gourmet gifts of chocolate, salted nuts, and cheeses, and a few letters inviting Loki - or rather Mr. Laufeyson - to apply for a credit card. You closed the door behind Loki and turned the lock.

The sounds of the evening news floated from the living room television into the hallway…Something about a variant being caught and pruned, identified only by a serial code that you'd never remember. Loki let the kitten jump out of his arms, freeing them so he could give you a hug and a gentle kiss on the lips. His arms encircled your shoulders, the smell of rainwater mingled with the faint smell of sweat becoming apparent as he held you close to him. "My beautiful bride…" He whispered your name with relief in his voice before hugging you again. 

You couldn't help but put your arms around him, letting yourself be comforted by the embrace. Standing on the tips of your toes, you pushed some of his dark hair back. "I've got dinner on the table. Why don't you…wash your hands?" You added, "Darling?"

Loki pecked your cheek before removing his TVA jacket and placing it on a hook. "Absolutely." While Loki turned on the water and rinsed the mud off his fingertips, the black kitten cantered towards you, looking up with curious yellow-green eyes. 

You knelt down, your smile disappearing as you extended your hand out. "Hello…" The kitten stopped moving for a moment, and then nuzzled against your fingertips, moving her nose to smell you. She meowed, revealing a set of tiny yet sharp teeth. "Although she be little, she is fierce," you breathed, amazed by how docile this kitten seemed despite having such striking features. You began to pet the kitten's head, watching her close her eyes and purr.

"She likes you." Loki remarked with a smirk, exiting the bathroom with a few buttons of his white shirt undone. He crossed his arms and chuckled, leaning against a wall. 

You looked up. "Where did you find her?"

"At work." Loki remarked. When you asked him what exactly he does for a living, he simply said that it's classified, and that he's been recruited to do some work for the agency that protects a Sacred Timeline. "Let's eat, darling. The smell of your cooking is whetting my appetite." 

"Of course." Reluctantly moving your hand away from the kitten, you followed Loki into the dining area, where you'd already set dinner for two. "Do you think it'd be alright if I opened a can of tuna for the…?" The black kitten meowed before you could finish.

With a shrug, Loki opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses: one for you, and one for him. "I thought of naming her Sylvie."

Taking the tuna from the pantry, you opened the can. placing it in front of the kitten. She opened her mouth and shook her tail as a little 'thank you'. Then, she took a mouthful of the tuna and chewed it. "Good girl…" You stroked her head once again. 

Loki dryly chuckled. "You know, when I tried to call her that, she almost scratched me."

"Maybe she was just getting used to you." 

The God of Mischief graciously pulled the chair for you before you sat across from him at the table. "This all looks amazing…Almost made me think it was our anniversary, which I know it won't be for another nine months, two weeks, and three days." Loki served himself a large helping of spaghetti bolognese using a pair of tongs. Before you could even ask if he wanted some cheese grated on top of his food, he already shoveled a mouthful inside. He closed his eyes and moaned, still for a moment before looking at you. "Darling, this is really good." Loki swallows, his fork immediately twirling around the spaghetti for a second mouthful. 

"I'm really glad you like it." Watching Sylvie enjoy her tuna from the corner of your eye, you began to eat as well, helping yourself to bites of salad and spaghetti. Not bad, you thought to yourself. Though if you were being honest, much of the taste came from simply watching Loki - yes, Loki your husband - relish every morsel of the dinner you prepared for him. "I'm impressed with how much you remember about our wedding." You let out a small laugh before sipping from your wine glass. "A lot of men tend to forget things like this…Or at least that's what I've heard."

"I'm not like most men." Loki winked. "I thought I made that quite clear on our wedding night. But…maybe you need a reminder, pretty bride." He slurped his spaghetti, leaving a spot of sauce staining the corner of his lip.

You looked down, laughing a little more. "Sylvie can hear you!"

"She'll get used to it."

You and Loki continued to eat while the television in the living room served as background noise. You could hear the cheers and the upbeat music coming from some kind of game show, but it didn't really spark your interest. You were more fascinating by how Loki finished his spaghetti, gulped his wine, and after serving himself another heap of spaghetti, served himself a few spoonfuls of your cucumber salad. You loved the way he dabbed his mouth clean with the napkin after every two or three bites, how he ate the remaining sauce with a spoon after all the noodles were finished, and how he ate his salad one piece at a time. So he'd feed himself a piece of cucumber, and then a piece of onion or tomato, followed by another piece of cucumber. Call it novelty if you will, but there was something…entertaining about watching your husband eat, and learning every little nuance of his. 

"How was your day?" Loki asked you after a while, wiping his mouth yet again.

You swallowed a mouthful of salad. "Good. Joyce Hazeldine stopped by with her son Bill."

His eyebrows rose for a moment. "What for?"

"She wanted to visit, see us after the honeymoon. What do you think about having her and her husband at our house for dinner sometime this week?" You casually asked, looking up at Loki. 

"Only if Bill comes," Loki chuckled. "Still remember how he was the youngest of my groomsmen. The only one who couldn't come to the bache-" He smiles before correcting himself. "The pre-wedding celebrations, I mean. How is he?"

You shook your head at your husband's mischief. "Not too well. He broke up with his girlfriend."

"Jewel? Good riddance. I remember her grabbing the microphone at our wedding and singing "Like a Virgin" just so she could have everyone know that Bill was the one who…erm, took her innocence."

Eyes wide, your jaw dropped. "What?"

"How can you not remember that?" He laughed while spearing his fork into a piece of tomato. "She even put on a veil while singing."

"And you didn't stop her?" "Darling." Loki ate the piece of tomato on his fork. "It was more fun to watch her crash and burn in her own embarrassment."

You couldn't hold back your laughter, dropping your fork to cover your mouth. "You're so bad!"

He smirked, leaning closer, his blue eyes darker with cunning. "It's why you married me, right?"

"And because of your money." You quipped, relieved to see him laugh in response. After a few moments, you gathered yourself. God, he was so handsome in the candlelight, how were you just noticing the way his eyes glimmered? The way his cheekbones shone and his dark curls fell perfectly in place with no effort? "Loki, I... " Before you could finish, Sylvie purred against your leg. Looking down, you gently scratched her head. "I think she's done with her dinner."

"So am I." Loki rose from the table and put his empty plate into the sink, his eyes on you while you threw Sylvie's empty can of tuna in the garbage and cleared the table. Pleased to find almost no leftovers of spaghetti, you put the remaining cucumber salad into a little Tupperware container destined for the fridge. But just as you leaned forward to blow the candles out, you felt Loki's breath tickle your ear. "Not yet, darling," he whispered. 

"No?"

"Not. Yet."

You continued to clear the table, putting the dirty dishes in the sink. As for Sylvie, she trotted into the living room and curled at the foot of the couch, yawning before stroking herself with her paw. She lazily eyed the television, which featured a recorded performance of a lean country singer wearing an all-white ensemble, holding a guitar in his hands. He grinned at the audience, announcing the title of the song he wanted to sing for them tonight. 

While the music played, you poured some soap onto a sponge and started scrubbing the stains from the silverware. While you lathered the plates with foam and bubbles, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Loki pressed a kiss behind your ear, swaying with you in time with the song.

Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'?

How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?

Hey, sweet baby - don't you think maybe

We can find us a brand new recipe?

"I'm done cooking for the night," you laughed, rinsing the soap.

I got a hot rod Ford, and a two dollar bill

And I know a spot right over the hill

There's soda pop and the dancing's free

So if you wanna have fun, come along with me

Say hey, good lookin' - what ya got cookin'?

How's about cooking somethin' up with me?

Loki put the cleaned dishes on the rack, and took your wet hands in his. "Loki, what are you doing?" You teased as he led you to the center of the kitchen, his grin wide from ear to ear. As the fiddle began his solo, your husband held you in his arms and moved side to side in a rhythmic fashion. And then, he twirled you, making the two of you laugh while dancing.

I'm free and ready, so we can go steady

How's about savin' all your time for me?

No more lookin', I know I been tookin'

Hows about keepin' steady company? 

Loki's hand rested on your hip, slowly wandering down. "I never quite understood why, but you always loved Hank Williams's music. Every Wednesday night, his songs would be on television, and you would always have them on."

"He's…he's got a certain charm." You lied before leaning in to kiss the corner of Loki's mouth. "But his charm is nothing compared to yours." 

And that was all that it took for Loki to pull you in for another, deeper kiss filled with devotion as he ran his fingers through your hair. "I love you so much," he murmured against your lips. 

"I love you, Loki." You said it as if it were the easiest thing you could ever say. Earlier this morning, when you first found your wedding photograph with him, the word 'darling' could barely escape your tongue. And now? Saying 'I love you' felt like second nature. You leaned in for a second kiss, breaking away with a gasp when you felt your husband gently squeeze your behind through the fabric of the dress. You exclaimed his name, unable to hold back a smile.

"You're so irresistible…" Loki teased, kissing the tip of your nose. "Please, darling…" His hand continued to stroke your rear, and his lips made their way to your neck, leaving a trail of soft, enticing kisses. "I can't stop myself."

 "I'm all yours tonight…" You sighed before Loki took you by the hand, almost dragging you into the bedroom and closing the door with a slam.

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the fellowship + romance

characters included: aragorn, boromir, gimli, legolas, pippin

word count: 1177

summary: just some soft shit bc these men are all sappier than any tree in the greenwood

a/n: there’s still an overwhelming lack of gimli content that needs to be fixed and i will do my part

aragorn 🗡️

aragorn’s quiet presence is the warmest blanket on a cold night, the first bite of a meal you slaved over for hours, every comfort you’ve ever experienced

he’s never been one for overwhelming displays of his affections; instead, he shows you in simple ways that add up - giving you the more full bowls of broth, laying his blanket over you if he notices you shivering during night watch, sharpening your weapons (this one had gimli nearly brought to tears by the devotion it spoke of), anything that helps your days pass easier

he grew up around stories of elves who committed astounding feats in the name of those they loved, fighting wars and risking their lives with alarming frequency. but none of them ever talked about the everyday ways they showed love. his mother taught him what she could about those things, stories of his father’s steady presence and stalwart love for his family. a young aragorn took these lessons to heart and used them when the time was right

it was why, when he caught his heart skipping beats around you, he let his actions do the speaking for him. without fail you would thank him with a soft smile, slowly coming to realize that aragorn felt something much deeper for you than camaraderie. when you woke up early one morning to find your weapons sharper than they were the day before (not for the first time), you went straight to aragorn and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. he nearly dropped your bowl of stew in his flustered state

having your affections secured didn’t mean he stopped his small acts of kindness, it did quite the opposite. it just made him bolder and more confident in his actions

boromir 🍻

this man is so damn tactile it’s ridiculous

if you’re the cuddly type like he is, it makes him all the more eager to always have some form of physical contact with you, no matter where you may be

unless you tell him to back off, he is always touching you one way or another. a gentle hand on the small of your back, your pinkies interlocked, an arm wrapped around your shoulder, anything to keep you close to him

his favorite time of day eventually becomes the end of it, because that’s when he can hold you close and whisper soft words of love in your ear while he holds you. he makes it his goal to give you a goodnight kiss every night you spend together

the best cuddle position in his mind is you leaning your back against his chest, one of his hands resting on your hip where his thumb rubs small circles above the bone, and his chin resting on your shoulder just right to where he can turn his head to kiss your cheek or burrow his face into your neck

gimli 🛡️

valiantly is the best way to describe how gimli approaches any situation he comes upon, including (and especially) matters of the heart

this is a dwarf who says what he means & means what he says, who does nothing that he wouldn’t be proud of the next day. because of this, you couldn’t find it in you to not believe him when he professed his love for you with such unwavering confidence you were nearly brought to tears. gimli never said anything just because his lips could move so you simply had to believe him

will do you favors big and small simply because he wants to help you however possible. you can’t remember the last time you carried your own pack or made your own bowl of soup. if you encouraged him (which you wouldn’t), this romantic fool would not let you lift another finger for as long as you both live

he grew up watching his parents with keen eyes, his adad showing him by example how a true dwarf treats their one. he embodies these lessons with every interaction with you, striving to be the one you deserve him to be. it ranges from the ferocity of his protection to opening doors for you. may mahal strike him down if he ever hurts you

he just wants to be a dwarf you’re proud to love, proud to call yours

legolas 🏹

physical affection can be difficult for him, but one thing legolas is good at doing is speaking his mind and his heart

if you thought his regular speaking pattern was overflowing with poetic descriptors, you’ve heard nothing compared to when he’s being truly romantic. no one you’d been with before had ever described you with such beautiful prose, never whispered soft poetry about your eyes to lull you to sleep

and he’s a cheeky bastard about it too! it’ll be a regular conversation between friends, nothing important, then BAM! he’s making quippy one-liners about your overwhelming skill/beauty/personality that catch you off guard and has your friends cackling at your flustered reaction to his flattery

even better, his praise will often include sindarin and on the off chance you don’t speak it, you’ll have to gauge the meaning from the silent looks shared between your dear elf and aragorn (doesn’t really work). eventually legolas tells you what some of them mean; after all, he needs to have an element of intrigue about him or his name isn’t legolas thranduillion

he carries a lot of pride for you and will brag about you to anyone who listens, his melleth being one of unparalleled skill and beauty and bright laughter that carries his soul on great wings

pippin 🥕

his already strong need to be silly and foolish grows exponentially when he finds out how happy it makes you

pip doesn’t care what it is you ask of him, he will do anything to hear your laugh. he’ll put baby carrots in his nostrils, respond to conversations exclusively in farm animal noises, he will even do his spot-on impressions of the rest of the fellowship and make them say all sorts of silly things

the best one to date is him doing an aragorn impression that consists of all the different ways he says legolas’s name

you’ve never heard such astounding colloquialisms from anyone until you met pippin - “don’t eat half the berries and say the pie shell’s too big,” “his cornbread isn’t done in the middle,” “if brains were leather, he wouldn't have enough to saddle a junebug” - and each time he says one, there’s always a not-so-subtle look to you so he can see your reaction. the ones that get the most laughs are used a little bit more, just enough to not lose their appeal but enough to hear your laughter all the more often

there is a single-minded determination to hear your snort when you laugh at something he says, and he will not rest until you do. his personal goal to do this resets each time you do actually snort, him now aiming for the next joke or prank that will bring it out again