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Lover To Lover: A Black Butler One Shot Collection

The_Littlest_Raindrop

Summary:

A collection of smutty Black Butler one-shots.

Notes:

Hellooooooo,

So this is something I've been planning to do for a little while now. Unfortunately I got caught up writting a few other things, so I haven't had time until now. Still, better late than never (I hope).

In case there's anyone here concerned that doing a one-shot collection will cause me to neglect my ongoing Reader x Undertaker story, I promise it won't! That story will still be getting regular updates, as will this one.

As anyone who's read any of my previous work knows, my work is un-beta'd, so there may be a few mistakes.

Also, as it's ongoing, I haven't written chapters for all of the pairs listed in the tags yet. They're all ones I'm planning to do though, so please be patient with me.

So, with that said, please enjoy fic no.1, featuring William T Spears

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Button Up (William T Spears X Reader)

Chapter Text

'Have this report on my desk by nine. No excuses.' Those were your boss William's parting words to you this morning. He's been very cold towards you lately, ever since an unfortunate incident a few weeks ago; an unexpected encounter with a demon during routine collection had left your blouse torn to shreds at the front, exposing a great deal of your chest. It would have all been okay if William hadn't appeared before you had the chance to change! But alas, he'd grown concerned about how long it was taking you to do such a simple task and decided to look for you.

He hasn't looked you in the eyes since.

You sigh in frustration. Truth be told, you've something of a crush on the stoic reaper. He's very handsome man and, despite his cold exterior, you can tell he cares deeply for the people under his jurisdiction. You're pretty sure he cares about you too, but his actions at present seem to suggest something else. Maybe he has some kind of problem with your work at the moment? You make a mental note to ask him when you drop your paperwork off later.

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A few hours pass in what feels like minutes, and you hear a tapping on the edge of your desk. Grell.

'Hello, Sweetie. Working on something for Will again? I swear that man… you'd think he'd go easy on us ladies. Especially when he fancies one of them!' Grell sighs dramatically, and you laugh at his antics. How long will it take for him to realise William wasn't interested in him? 'Oh you laugh now, but how long will it take for him to finally give in to his feelings? I bet you it's only a matter of time before he has you pinned against something hard, with something even harder between your legs!' Your laughing stops. Did he mean…

'Oh, you though I was talking about myself! No my dear, it's you who's got his heart all a-flutter. Why do you think he's been so distant lately? Why, repressed feelings, of course! That man is desperate for you, I know I the signs.' He winks. 'Why don't you unbutton that blouse of yours before you hand your work in? I bet a little cleavage will be more than enough to break that harsh visage of his.' You blush bright red, and Grell disappears, chasing after someone.

What if Grell was right? What if William does fancy you? It can't hurt to find out if he does. Worse cast scenario is he'll put you on suspension. Best case? Grell mentioned something about pinning you against something hard…

You work faster than you've ever worked before, determined to see William as soon as possible.

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You manage to finish at seven, a whole two hours earlier than asked. That's definitely a good start. Taking Grell's advice, you unbutton your blouse far enough to show off your cleavage. You just hope William notices.

You give his door a firm knock. The office always feels eerie in the evenings, every other member of dispatch out collecting souls. You hear an 'enter' from the other side of the door, and do as instructed.

William is sat behind his desk, perusing another report. He looks up at you, then checks the clock on his desk. 'Hm, early I see. Excellent. Leave it on my desk, then you're free to leave.' His eyes fall back to the report he's been reading. You place it on the desk, but make no move to leave. He seems to notice. 'Was there something…' he catches sight of your chest. 'Your… your attire is most unsuitable for a work environment. I suggest you button up.' Instead of listening, you cross your arms under your chest, pushing your breasts up even further. William rises from his desk.

'Don't make me ask you again. Button. Up. Now.' His gaze is so intense you almost falter, but you hold your own. He stalks towards you, and end up walking backwards until your back hits the door. He puts his hands on the door, one on either side of you head, and leans in. 'Final warning. Button up or face the consequences.' Sadist that you are, you feel yourself getting wet. Who knew being spoken to like this could get you so worked up.

You raise your hands to your blouse, and for a second William thinks you've finally heeded his words. Instead, you look him straight in the eyes as you undo the rest of the buttons on your blouse before removing it completely, leaving your torso clad in a simple nude bra. This is the final straw for William, who uses his whole body to pin you to the door as he begins plundering your mouth.

His kiss is electrifying, like it's made of pure want and lust. He forces his tongue into your mouth, and you wrap your arms around his neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

William's body moves on autopilot, one hand leaving the door to slide your skirt up. He strokes the front of your underwear, and groans deeply when he finds them soaked through. He wraps your leg around his waist, grinding his erection against you.

You break the kiss for air, and William starts attacking your neck. He bites down before sucking hard, and you're certain you'll be left with a mark, but you can't bring yourself to give a single fuck.

You slide a hand down to his crotch, and he moves back slightly so you can start to undo his trousers. When they're undone, you do your best to slide them down. They pool around his knees. You try to pull down his boxers, but find that much more difficult. William eventually removes his other hand from the door and does it for you, pulling them down to his meet his trousers before wrapping your other legs around his waist. When that task is complete, his hand returns to its place by your head.

The hand playing with your underwear moves them to one side, signalling he's planning to enter you soon. Before he does, he whispers in your ear. 'You have no idea how much I've wanted to take you like this. How many times this exact scenario has played out in my mind. Tell me you want this too, and I'll take you so hard you'll have to crawl out of this office because your legs can't take your weight on their own.' His words make you even more aroused, and you try your best to think of a response. Eventually, you think of a fitting one.

'William T Spears, this is your final warning. Fuck me now or face the con…' you don't have to finish your sentence; he pulls your underwear to one side and glides straight into you.

He stays still for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his intrusion before he starts slamming you against the door, putting all the strength he can muster into every single one of his thrusts.

All you can do is cry his name as he takes you. You feel pleasure coursing through your body, and you know it won't be long before your cries become a shout of pure ecstasy.

He changes his angle slightly by moving your hips away from the door, and that's all it takes to send you over the edge. You hope no one has entered the general vicinity as you scream William's name, gyrating your hips against his as you work through your orgasm.

Your movements are enough to send William over too, and you feel him release inside of you as he bites your shoulder again to muffle his cry of your name.

As you both come down from your respective highs, William pulls out at sets you down. True to his earlier promise, your legs are too weak to hold your weight; you collapse into a heap on the floor.

William sits next you on the floor. You both look at each other, and for a while you say nothing. Eventually, he breaks the silence.

'The next time I tell you to button up, feel free to ignore me again.'

Chapter 2: Playing Hero (Ronald Knox x Reader)

Notes:

Bonjour!

I do have a habit of uploading chapers one after the other, and it would appear said habit has struck again o.O

As Ronald Knox was requested twice, this will be the first of two stories featuring the boisterous young reaper. This first one is a reader insert, and the second one will feature an OC o.O

I have a rough idea of when I'll be posting next; I plan to have a new chapter of my Undertaker x Reader fic up tomorrow, and then the Ronald x OC one up the day after. It's only a rough schedule though, so please don't get mad if I fail to stick to it.

Now that I've said what I wanted to say, please feel free to read away ;)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Midnight, Central London. The humans are mostly all asleep now, blissfully unaware of the existence of things like demons and grim reapers.

Unfortunately, as one of the two grim reapers being chased by a demon at present, you can't really claim that same blissful ignorance.

This assignment was always going to be hard, mass suicides always are, but neither you nor your partner Ronald were expecting a demon to appear. There was always a chance of course, but it didn't seem very likely. There's another demon in London tonight, and rarely do you find two in the same location. Demons are notoriously territorial beings, so this one must be either terribly dumb or terribly hungry if he's decided to hunt here tonight.

Judging by the way he's pursuing the two of you, you're willing to bet it's hunger.

Ronald turns his head to face you. 'We can't outrun him forever. We have to turn and fight before we lose the energy to!' You know he's right, but fear is clouding your judgement. You've never fought a demon before. What if you're not strong enough? It's both your lives on the line, and you don't want anything to happen to Ronald. Sweet, happy-go-lucky Ronald, who's willing to flirt with anything in a skirt. Oh how you wish you wore skirts.

Ronald senses your hesitation. 'We'll be fine, just follow my lead. After all, there's two of us and one of him. By that logic, we've already won!' You're about to make a comment about skill over numbers, but it's suddenly rendered pointless; in his haste to convince you to fight, Ronald has lead you straight down a dead end.

You both turn to face the demon.

'Nowhere to run now, reapers. Tell me, which one of you wants to die first? Personally, I think I should deal with lover boy here so I can get a piece of the woman without interruption.' Ronald jumps in front of you, producing his death scythe from what seems like thin air.

'So long as I'm still breathing, you're not getting your filthy hands anywhere near her, you noxious beast!' He revs up his scythe and charges the demon.

You have three options available to you:

Option one; you can stand there and watch while Ronald takes on the demon all by himself.

Option two; you can use your own death scythe to help Ronald.

Option three; you can slip past the two men fighting and run to safety.

Option three is a non-option; you can't just abandon Ronald, not after what he just said. You're not about to just stand there either, so that's option one out the window.

Looks like it's option two then.

Summoning your own death scythe (shaped like gardening shears) you join Ronald in the fight.

The fighting is intense, with the demon managing to avoid both of your attacks with minimal effort. You're beginning to grow frustrated at your lack of progress in the fight, and start to take bigger risks, lunging at the demon without thinking. On one such attack you miss, and he takes full advantage of your mistake; he swipes his arm out at you, nails sharp and deadly, and aims for your throat.

Your life flashes before your eyes; oh how you've squandered it. You've spent so much time trying to prove your worth as a reaper that you've neglected yourself as a person. You can't even remember the last time you did something because you wanted to, not just because it would benefit your career. Most of all though, you regret not telling Ronald how you feel.

You've been pared up with him for months, and in that time you've come to care for him a great deal. From his cheeky grin to the way he ruffles up his hair sometimes, everything about him makes you want him more. The only thing stopping you from telling him has been the lack of interest on his part; namely, the lack of flirtatious comments. He's never once flirted with you, or shown any interest in pursuing you romantically. Yet a moment ago, when he jumped in front of you…

You close your eyes and make a vow; if, by some miracle, you both make it out of this alive, you're going to tell him how you feel. No more waiting on him to show you interest. You're going to lay your heart at his feet, and pray that he doesn't step on it.

You feel something collide with your shoulder. You open your eyes in surprise to see Ronald, shoving you away from the demon's clawed hand. You fall to the ground, and hear the unmistakeable sound of fabric being torn before his lawnmower revs up. You keep your eyes on the ground, and watch as blood stains the cobbles in the alleyway.

When the lawnmower finally falls silent, you hear the thud of two bodies falling to the floor.

You fear the worse; what if the demon killed Ronald as Ronald killed it? Or worse still, what if the demon killed Ronald with his own death scythe before falling to the ground in exhaustion?

You hear the signature clicking of shoes on cobbles, and stop breathing; someone is approaching you.

Knowing you don't have it in you to fight anymore, you close your eyes and accept your fate.

You feel a hand grab your shoulder.

'Are you alright? I hope I didn't hurt you when I pushed you to the ground.' You look up and burst into tears. Ronald made it.

He looks a state, covered in blood from head to toe. Most of it seems like it's the demon's blood, but there's a nasty-looking scratch down one arm; presumably from where he took the swipe that would have killed you.

You rise to your feet and hug into his chest, not caring that the blood was starting to stain your own white shirt.

Ronald kisses the top of you head softly. 'Would you mind patching up my arm back at my place? I'd rather avoid any other side trips tonight, and I know you're trained in emergency first aid. You nod into his chest. 'In that case, lets get a move on.'

You both teleport back into the reaper world, and make your way towards his flat.

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For a bachelor, Ronald has a remarkably clean flat. The main living area has a small bookshelf, armchair, and love-seat, and the kitchen-diner contains a small table and two chairs. It's on those chairs the two of you sit now, first aid supplies coving the entirety of the table's surface.

Ronald showered as soon as you got in, and is now clad in nothing but a towel, giving you easy access to his injured arm. You can't help but admire just how muscular his arms are; his scythe must be just as heavy as it looks.

He hisses lightly as you rub a cloth soaked in alcohol over his wound, and you stop, checking to see if he's okay to continue. He nods, and you finish cleaning the wound, making sure to be both quick and thorough.

When you've finished, you assess the damage to the arm; lucky, the blow wasn't a deep one, and the bleeding has slowed down considerably. Deciding that stitches won't be necessary, you bandage his arm tightly.

When you're done, he flexes his arm, and frowns when he discovers he can't move it very much. 'What did you expect?' You scold lightly 'If you will insist on playing the hero, you have to pay the price for your heroism.' He looks at you, face like a kicked puppy.

'I was hoping the beautiful damsel in distress would reward me with a kiss for my efforts, but I guess that's not going to happen…' you freeze, his words hitting you like a kick to the chest. Beautiful? Kiss? Are you dreaming?

He blushes crimson. 'Well er… thanks for patching me up and all. You should probably go get some rest.' You can't bring yourself to stand. Does Ronald return your feelings?

Thinking back on your promise from earlier, you decide to be bold; you lean over and kiss him lightly on the lips.

Ronald's reaction is immediate, moaning into your mouth as he moves to deepen the kiss. You get up from your chair to straddle his lap, fingers grasping onto his hair. He grabs onto your hips and starts grinding into you from below, his erection barely concealed by his towel. When you break for air, he utters a single word. 'Bedroom.' It's not a question, it's a statement; he needs you to go to the bedroom.

When you reach your destination, he throws you onto the bed so he can remove his towel. You take this pause in proceeding to ask the question that's been eating away at you for months. 'If you want me as much as your body says you do, why have you never so much as flirtatiously winked at me before now?' He's about to crawl over you but pauses, thinking about his answer carefully.

'Flirting only comes easy to me if I don't fancy the woman that much. It's harder to flirt with someone you truly desire.' Apparently satisfied that he's answered your question, he begins removing your clothing. Your socks are the first thing to go, your shoes and jacket having been discarded as soon as you came in. Next, he pulls your trousers down your legs, kissing every inch of skin he can as it's slowly revealed to him. When they're gone, his patience apparently falters; he grabs the two halves of your shirt and tears it apart, buttons flying everywhere. You're about to complain, but he silences you with a kiss, stifling your voice in the best way possible.

He moves his good arm underneath you, and manages to unclasp your bra with only one hand, a truly impressive trick that makes you even more aroused.

He flings your bra away as if it offends him, and breaks the kiss so he can explore your chest with his mouth. He starts off by slowly kissing your collarbone, making his way down to the valley between your breasts. He lets his tongue glide all the way down your sternum before making its way up to one of your nipples. He carefully takes it into his mouth and starts to suck on it, making you moan loudly. He toys with you for what feels like hours, alternating between nipples until you're practically begging him to stop.

Sliding a hand into your underwear, his ministrations falter when he realises just how wet you are. Suddenly growing impatient, he gets off you so he can get rid of your last piece of clothing. Tossing it carelessly over his shoulder, he licks you from hole to clit before getting into position over you. He looks you straight in the eyes.

'I should probably tell you that if we do this, you're mine. I know I've got a reputation as someone who sleeps around a lot, but that's only because I've never found anyone who's made me wanna stay with them longer than a single night. You're different though. When I'm with you, I feel like this is it, you know? Like I only want you. It'll break my heart if I don't get to stay with you after this. So please, will you be my girlfriend?'

You spread your legs as wide as they'll go before answering. 'If you want me, come and get me.' You wink, and he's clearly satisfied with your answer. He pushes into you slowly, savouring the feeling of finally being inside of you. The two of you moan in unison, and he begins thrusting into you, overwhelmed by desire.

The bed creaks underneath you, and for a moment you're concerned it'll break; but then you realise that the whole flat block could crumble and it wouldn't stop Ronald ramming into you like an animal in heat. His thrusts seem to go deeper and deeper inside of you, reaching parts of you no man has ever touched before.

His frantic pace means he won't last long, so you close your eyes and savour each sensation he gives you. In no time at all, you reach your peak, calling his name out passionately. You expect him to finish too, but he does something unexpected; he pulls out, turns you over, and re-enters you from behind.

His stamina is unreal; how is he still going? Most men would have finished sooner, probably before you did. Ronald must surely have perfected some kind of technique to stop him for climaxing too soon. Your whole body starts to heat up, and you feel a second climax coming.

Ronald leans forwards so his mouth is at your ear. 'Tell me how much you want this. Tell me you need me to fill you. Tell me you want me to ruin you for everyone else. I need this, I need to know you're mine.' He sounds equal parts aroused and desperate, so you scream the first thing that comes to mind.

'I LOVE YOU!' His orgasm is so powerful it triggers a second one in you, and you both let out moans so loud you're sure everyone in the building knows exactly what you're doing together.

He collapses onto your back. Your body is rapidly cooling, but the warmth coming from Ronald stops you feeling too cold. After a while, he finally speaks.

'If this is what playing the hero gets me, I should really do it more often.'

Notes:

So, did you all enjoy that? I really hope so :/

As I've said, the next fic in this series is already decided, but I am of course still taking requests :)

Hope to see you in the next chapter :)

Chapter 3: Crimson Stain (Ronald Knox x OC)

Notes:

Hello all.

This one is a request, sent by by 'SaveMySoul'. They wanted an OC story, they got one ;)

Here is the information I received about said oc:

'the oc's name is Autumn Bloodstone, she is a reaper. She is a huge tease, and does everything she can to get on someones nerves. Her scythe is shaped like a spear. She also has a thing for the taste of blood- (*cough* and is also a serial killer *cough*) I would say she has Grell's hair and freckles, but besides that not to unique look wise.'

With that in mind, I sincerely hope I've done the character justice.

Enjoy

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

'Come on Ronnie, it's only a bit of fun' Autumn winks at the usually boisterous reaper, determined to talk him into her little plan.

William has assigned her an entire evening of overtime collecting souls in the field, and she's none too happy about. So she's decided to get some petty revenge; she's going to swap the labels on William's files over. She knows full well how much this'll piss him off, but she needs someone to look out for him whilst she does; something she's currently trying to convince Ronald to do.

'No way, Autumn. Spears is already after my blood after the Campania incident. I can't risk getting him angrier than he already is.' Autumn pouts. Ronald isn't much fun today. Going out with him to collect in a moment is going to be dreadfully dull. Unless she can think of a way to make it more… exciting.

She saunters closer to him, trying to be seductive. 'Will may be after your blood, but sometimes I get the feeling that you're after something of mine. Perhaps if you're willing to risk yourself for me, I'll let you have a taste of it…' he licks his ear, and Ronald shivers, clearly very aroused. She's certain he'll take the bait, until a voice behind them shatters that certainty.

'If you're quite finished, I assume you're here for you assignment tonight.' Autumn turns to see William, looking as serious as ever. She rolls her eyes at him.

'I guess so, Wee Willy Spears. What have you got for us today? Nothing hard, I hope; Ronnie here already has that covered.' Ronald blushes, and William looks furious.

'That's enough, Miss Bloodstone. Need I remind you that as a member of management, I have it within my power to make your life very unpleasant indeed. Please refrain from talking to me in such a manager. As for you Mr Knox,' he scrutinises him from head to toe. 'Keep your impulses in check. You're only one mistake away from suspension, after all.' He adjusts his glasses. 'Now, if you'll follow me, I'll give you the details of the task I expect you both to perform.'

They both follow him into the office, shutting the door behind them.

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Ronald and Autumn are currently sat on one of London's many rooftops, on the lookout for their latest collection; a woman, destined to die after a violent assault in an alleyway. A fairly common case in a large town such as London, but the recent increase in demon activity has all of the reapers feeling a little paranoid.

Well, all of the reapers bar one. Autumn is currently perched on a chimney, twirling her spear-shaped death scythe in one hand and whistling to herself. Ronald is half-tempter to walk over her and shut her up, most probably with a kiss.

Ronald is rather unnerved by just how attractive he finds the crimson-haired reaper. From the way she looks to the way she toys with him, he can't get enough of her. Sure, he's had plenty of women in the past, but something about her makes his whole body full with desire…

She stands suddenly, whole body alert, and he knows that she'd seen their target. He moves to join her.

'Where are they?' She points towards an alleyway not too far from where they currently are. 'Alright, let's go!' She leaps first and Ronald follows, glad that she's taken the lead; he gets to stare at her ass the whole way there.

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Autumn sees two figures in the alleyway; a small woman cowering against its wall and a large man wielding a butcher's knife. She hears snippets of conversation as she approaches.

'Listen here, girly. You're either gonna let me fuck you, or I'm gonna slit your throat then fuck you. The choice is yours.' Autumn feels quite sick; what a disgusting excuse for a human being. She decides that he's a far better candidate for soul collection than the woman is.

She stops running, and begins to enter the alleyway. Ronald grabs her arm. 'Are you mad? If you go in there, you'll mess up her cinematic record! She won't die tonight.' Autumn merely smiles.

'Oh, but someone will die tonight. Just wait and see.' She winks at him, just as she did earlier, and shrugs away him arm. She approaches the man with the knife.

'So, planning on harming a woman, are you? That's not a good idea. Us women all stick together you see; try to harm one of us, and we'll all turn on you.' Autumn turns to the woman. 'Run along home now, and don't tell anyone what you saw tonight. Otherwise I may have to undo saving you.' The woman doesn't hang about, feeling as fast as she can.

As she watches the woman leave, the man with the butchers knife prepares to strike, thrusting the knife towards Autumn's back.

Grim reapers aren't known for their slow reactions, however; Autumn easily dodges his attack, and counters it by jumping behind him and spearing him right through the heart. His blood and his cinematic record both spill forth into the night, and she finds the sight magnificent. She effortlessly cuts his cinematic record, and is about to leave when Ronald walks into the alleyway.

'You shouldn't have done that, you know. It's the third time this month you've done something like this. It isn't soul collection if they're not on the list, it's murder! You're a murderer, Autumn, and I've no desire to as…' he's about to tell her he doesn't want to associate with her further when she starts licking the blood off of the tip of her spear. Ronald freezes, mouth feeling dry.

She glides her tongue down the weapon's edge, uncaring that it could cut her tongue. She looks Ronald straight in the eyes as she moves one closed hand up and down the spear's shaft in a pumping motion, never ceasing her tongue's movement. It's very obvious what she's mimicking, but Ronald isn't falling for it; not until she reaches under her skirt and removes her underwear, flinging it at Ronald. He catches it out of pure instinct, and grows hard as he examines the garment in question; it's soaked.

Unable to fight his growing attraction, Ronald lunches as Autumn, knocking her forcefully against the rough bricks of the alley wall before ramming his tongue straight into her mouth. He can taste the blood that she's just licked, but he doesn't care; if anything, it adds to his arousal.

Autumn wastes no time, throwing the spear to the side so she can undo Ronald's trousers. She gets them halfway down he's knees, and goes to pull his boxers down when she gets a surprise; he isn't wearing any. Ronald grins, and pulls away from her. She looks at him, confused. His grin grows wider.

'You've made an awful mess on the floor. You should probably clean it up.' For a moment, she's not sure what he means, but then she understands; he knows how much she likes the taste of blood, and is willing to indulge her whilst he indulges himself.

She pushes herself off of the wall and gets down on her hands and knees, loving this newfound kinky side of Ronald's. 'You know we're both going to be punished for this, right? Dear old Willy is going to be so mad when he finds out just how naughty I've been, and how you failed to keep me in line.' He pushes her head down towards the blood-soaked pavement.

'Well then, perhaps this will teach you a lesson.' Within seconds, he's pushed her skirt up and forced his way inside of her, making her moan into the pavement. He doesn't hold back, thrusting into her so hard their knees start to bleed from scraping against the hard surface that is the pavement. She laps at the blood on the floor as Ronald keeps using her, revelling in the glorious debauchery of the situation. If she'd only known that he was so easily spurred into action; they could have done this months ago.

Her orgasm is intense, heightened by all of the sensations on offer to her. Ronald is quick to follow, pumping the proof of his climax deep inside of her. She can't believe how much he's releasing into her; it must have been a while since he last had a woman.

As soon as they're done, they both collapse, Autumn's once-white blouse soaking up the blood on the floor until it matches her hair. Ronald is about to make some kind of remark when they hear the clicking of shoes on the pavement.

'You two have no idea how much trouble you're in.'

Notes:

So, did y'all like it? Do you think I did the character justice? Feel free to let me know.

As I keep mentioning, you're also more than welcome to request stories too; I really will write anything :P

Until next time, I hope you enjoyed

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Chapter 4: Stormy Night (Snake x Reader)

Notes:

Hey guys!

I had a day off today, so I thought I'd write a bonus one-shot that no one requested, whilst I wait for details of someone's OC (which I'm 100% up for doing, once I have the relevant details) :3

So here, have some Snake. Enjoy ;)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The rain is pouring down from the skies tonight, as you look longingly out of the window.

It's been six months since you joined the Phantomhive's staff roster as a scullery maid, and not once in all that time have you seen weather as foul as it has been today. From the moment you woke up it's been raining, and it's made your whole day rather miserable.

First of all, Finny (God bless his soul) had come into the foyer, dripping with mud and gleefully holding aloft a handful of carrots he'd salvaged from the garden. Sebastian looked like he was going to murder the poor boy, until you and Bard had stepped in and offered to clean up the mess. Bard hurriedly took him away while you cleaned up all the mud he left behind.

Then, at lunchtime, Mey-Rin managed to break a teapot. You'd told her you clean it up, as she seemed too flustered to do it. Not five minutes later, Sebastian saw you, and scolded YOU for breaking it. You apologised, not wishing to drop Mey-Rin in it, but making a mental note to think twice before being so helpful.

To top it all off, at four o'clock Tanaka had informed you that Charles Grey was staying for dinner, and that only meant one thing; dishes. Lots and lots of dishes.

So many in fact that you have only just finished them, despite the fact that you should have retired to your room over an hour ago. Your arms are killing you, and all you want to do is curl up into a little ball…

Hang on, you haven't seen Snake today. That's odd. Snake always helps you out with things when he's not attending to his role as footman. You've grown very fond of his company, to the point where you've found yourself falling for the scaly young man. Even his snakes like you, and they're usually rather anti-social towards anyone other than snake. So where was he? The only place you can think of is the greenhouse, which is where he's been living ever since he came to the manor.

You suddenly begin to worry; is he sick? Or injured? Or if he's not, has he eaten today? You hurriedly prepare him some sand witches, and wrap them in wax paper. Then, you make for the servant's exit, and run through the rain until you reach the greenhouse.

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By the time you reach the greenhouse, you're soaked right through to your skin. You hope Snake's food isn't ruined too as you slide the door open.

The first thing you notice is just how hot the greenhouse is; you can almost feel the water evaporating off of your uniform.

The second thing you notice is that you're not alone, as a huge brown snake wraps itself around you, fangs poised to bite.

Before you get the chance to say who you are, Snake appears, clad in a pair of flannel pyjamas. ''Wilde, that is not how we greet our friends'. Yes, I agree Emily, let her go, Wilde.' The snake slides down your body, and slithers towards Snake. ''It was only a bit of fun. I'm sorry' says Wilde.' Snake looks crossly at his reptilian friend, frowning when he sees you trembling a little. ''Why did you come here in this weather?' Asks Emily?' You walk towards Snake and hand him the package in your hands.

'I didn't see you today, so I thought I'd come and see how you all are. I brought Snake some sandwiches. I'm not really sure what snake's eat, so I didn't bring you anything, Emily. I'm sorry.' You reach out to pet her, and she rubs her head under your hand.

''That's quite alright, my dear. It was very kind of you to come at all. Why don't you change out of those wet clothes for now? They'll dry easier if you're not wearing them.' Emily is right, you'll catch cold if you stay in them. I have something you can borrow.' He gestures for you to follow him.

He leads you to a small section of the greenhouse that houses a single bed and a small chest of draws; you assume it's his 'bedroom'. He places the sandwiches on the chest, reaching into the draw to get you a clean shirt and some trousers. He passes them to you. ''You can change here. We won't look.' Of course we won't, Emily.' Both Snake and Emily face away from you, giving you some privacy.

You decide it's best if you strip down completely first; you want to get out of your wet clothes. As you remove your uniform, you realise the rain has soaked through to you undergarments; you just hope Snake won't mind the sight of your Underwear drying in his greenhouse.

As you reach down to put on Snake's trousers, one of Snake's snakes makes an appearance. At first you think it's Wilde, come back to cause more mischief, but upon further inspection you notice it looks a little different; it seems to be slightly larger, and it has different markings.

The snake slides up you and wraps itself around you, somehow managing to wrap itself around your breasts, with its tail coving your pubic region. This put you in a difficult position; do you call for Snake's help, or try to deal with it yourself?

Sighing, you don't think there's much change of it listening to you; best to ask Snake for help.

'Snake, could you tell your friend to leave me in peace?' He turns around, and blushes bright red when he's sees the position you're in.

''Webster, we've talked about this! No manhandling Snake's lady friend!' I really wish you wouldn't call her that, Emily.' Webster hisses at him, and you expect him to translate. Instead, he begins talking to him.

'I know, and I appreciate you trying to help, but this is something I need to do on my own.' You're confused; what is he talking about?

Emily begins to hiss. 'Because I'm too shy. What if she doesn't feel the same?' Your heart starts beating rapidly; was he talking about you?!

Both snakes hiss in unison. 'Alright, I'll do it, but in my own time. Could you give her some privacy now, Webster?' It's Emily who moves first, apparently none too pleased about something Snake said. Webster also leaves, which leaves you in a rather awkward position; you're stark naked, and Snake is still looking at you!

Your first instinct is to try and cover up, but you fight it; you want to see what he'll do.

Snake looks at you from head to toe, like he's examining you. You look at his trousers, and can tell by the bulge forming there that he likes what he sees. Your eyes meet, and you know that he knows he's been caught looking at you. Instead of scolding him, you raise your arms and fake a yawn, making your breasts push forwards a little. Snake seems unaware of the tease.

'I… I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to look! Please don't be angry with me! You're the only real friend I have. Well, the only human one at least. Please don't turn me away!' He looks like he's going to cry, so you stop your teasing and run over to him, embracing him.

'I'm not angry, Snake. I don't mind you taking a look. Have you ever seen a woman naked before?' You ask, and he shakes his head. 'Does that mean you've never been with anyone?' He moves away from your embrace, like he's ashamed.

'I've never even kissed a woman before. Most people take one look at me and run away. I'm… I'm totally inexperienced when it comes to love. Or with people in general. This is the first time in years I've spoken to someone without my snakes. But I feel like I can speak with you, and that you'll understand. Do you understand why I'm telling you all this? Please try, because I don't know how to te…' you cut his rambling short with a kiss.

You keep it slow, scared of frightening him off. For someone who's never been kissed before, he seems to pick it up very quickly, brushing a hand against your cheek as he deepens the kiss, hesitantly pressing his tongue against your lips. His tongue is hot and wet, and you love the way it tangles in with your own.

He pulls away gasping for breath, lust shining in his eyes. 'Okay, now I've kissed a woman. It was very nice. I'd like to do it again. Can I?' He looks at you hopefully.

'You can, but I'd like to ask a question first; how far do you want to take this tonight? I'll understand if you just want to kiss, but you can have more if you want it. No pressure, I just need to know what you want.' Lighting illuminates the sky, and you jump, not expecting it. Snake sees how scared you are.

'You should stay with us tonight. The snakes will keep up safe, and I'll try to keep you warm. I doubt I'll be very good at, er… coitus, but I want to try with you. And I'd like you to be my girlfriend, if you want that.' He looks so shy, it's adorable. You lead him over to the bed coyly, unbuttoning his pyjama top as you go. You slide it off of his shoulders as you sit on the bed.

His body is much as you imagined it would be. Large scaly patches litter his entire torso, which is unsurprisingly very slender; much like a snake. The skin that isn't scaled is pale, almost glowing in the low light. You kiss his chest slowly, showing him that you don't find it as repulsive as you're sure he fears you might. He groans, and threads his fingers in your hair.

Once you're done with his chest, you move down, sliding his trousers down his legs. He's not wearing any underwear, which is hardly surprising given the fact that he's in his nightwear. His erection is long and slender, and you daringly slide your tongue along its length. Snake pulls your head back.

'Please don't do that. I want to be inside of you, but if you do that again I'll finish before I get the chance.' He smiles apologetically, and you wrap your arms around his neck, dragging him onto the bed on top of you. He begins touching you hesitantly.

'That's okay, I'm sure there'll be lots of opportunities for me to do that to you. I am your girlfriend now, after all.' You wink, and your words seem to inspire confidence in him. His touch becomes harder and more daring, running his hands over your breasts and playing with your nipples. He keeps looking back at you, as if needing confirmation that he's doing the right thing. You decide to give him some help.

'It helps if you kiss my body too. Especially where your hands are now.' Taking his cue, he lowers his mouth to your nipple and starts kissing it, attempting to use he tongue as he did whilst kissing your mouth. It feels divine, and you start moaning into the night. After a while, he switches breast, giving the exact same treatment to your other nipple. You can feel an orgasm growing, you just need more stimulation against your groin.

Snake stops what he's doing to ask you a question. 'How will I know when you're ready for us to mate? Will it be soon? I'm getting rather restless.' You blush at his use of the 'mate', but answer his questions anyhow.

'Put your hand between my legs. What do you feel?' He does as instructed, and lets out a gasp.

'You're wet, really wet. Is that a good thing?' He really is inexperienced if he's asking THAT. You spread your legs as wife as they'll go, and move your hands to your opening.

'This is where you enter me. It's a fairly small hole, and no one's been there for a long while, so it'll be a tight fit. That's why I'm so wet; it's my body's way of making it easier on me when you do enter me. So yes, being wet is definitely a good thing, and to answer your question from earlier, I'm ready for you right now.' You grab his erection, and gently guide it to you entrance, before letting Snake take over. He positions it carefully, not wanting to get it wrong, before hesitantly sliding inside of you.

You moan in unison, and Snake's face contorts in euphoria. 'This feels amazing. We need to do this more often. Have I told you how beautiful you are? I need to do that more often, too.' He doesn't move for a while, but that's fine by you, giving you ample time to adjust to him.

When he does finally move his hips, he does so at an angle that causes your clit to rub against him with every thrust. He notices that he's doing something right, so he keeps doing what he's doing, the only thing that changes is his speed, which increases as his instincts overrule his nerves.

You scream out in pleasure as your orgasm hits, and the unexpected spasms of your vagina make Snake finish too. He moans loudly, thrusting erratically as he empties himself into you.

Eventually you both finish, and Snake pulls out of you. He picks you up and puts you into his bed, snuggling up behind you.

As you both drift off, you hear the rain ease off outside.

Notes:

So, did you all enjoy that? I wanted Snake to come off as very innocent, as I don't think he has much (if any) sexual experience. That's just the way I see the character, so there you have it.

As always, requests are open, but I'll still be uploading stuff regardless.

See you all next time :)

Chapter 5: Eavesdropper (Agni x Reader)

Notes:

Hey,

So I've been suffering from a touch of writer's block lately, mostly pertaining to this story. I just could not think of a good idea for an Agni x Reader fic :/

However, I've done my very best to work though it, so here it is, as requested by 'Tequila'.

I hope you all enjoy :)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

'Ouch!' You exclaim loudly, pricking yourself with the needle again. You have no idea why you volunteered to fix a hole in the sleeve of Prince Soma's shirt, but you're quickly regretting the offer.

You've been living with the Prince and his butler Agni for six months now, after they'd found you living on the streets. The Prince had been reluctant to take you in at first, but Agni had somehow managed to convince him, during a hushed conversation in a language unfamiliar to you.

Agni had extended his bandaged hand towards you, and you'd taken it, wanting more than anything to be free from your life of poverty.

Ever since then, Agni has taken it upon himself to teach you things, like how to cook and mend clothing. Not once has he ever scolded you, or made you feel useless. He's changed your life through his kindness, and has never asked for anything in return. All that's been asked of you is that you help with the chores, which is something you're more than willing to do. It's partly because of this that you've found yourself falling for him. Of course his looks played a part in that too, but it was mostly the kindness.

Sighing, you put the garment on your dresser, intent on getting some tea before you continue.

As you make your way to the kitchen, you hear Prince Soma and Agni having a heated conversation in a nearby room. You don't wish to pry, but your curiosity gets the better of you. You sneak up to the door, and press your ear against it. The argument is in English, so you can understand every word.

'For the love of the Gods, Agni, it's been six months. Why won't you tell her how you feel so you can get married already? I'm growing bored of watching you longing from a distance. I want to see you truly happy.' What? Who does Agni want to marry? Do you know her? You feel jealousy bubble within you.

'You do not understand, my Prince. I cannot expect her to reciprocate my feelings. What if she doesn't feel the same way? It would make things very uncomfortable between us, and I value her company a great deal.' Now you're really confused. Agni didn't spend much time away from you and the Prince, so who could it be?

You desperately try to think of someone as Prince Soma answers. 'Take the afternoon off and spend it with her. Show her how much you care for her. I have no doubt she'll feel the same way. Now go, and do not waste the opportunity I have given you, Agni. Do as I command and tell that girl how you feel.' Before you can move, Prince Soma opens the door. The two men stare at you, and you blush furiously: you've been caught in the act of eavesdropping.

'Prince Soma, Agni. I can explain…' you're about to explain, when Agni interrupts.

'How much did you hear?' He asks, a somber expression on his face.

'Only that there's a woman that you like, and that you plan to tell her how you feel.' You have to fight back tears as you continue. 'I'm really happy for you, and I'm sure she'll feel the same way. If she doesn't, she's very foolish. I'm sorry for eavesdropping. It won't happen again.' You make to leave, but he puts his hand on your shoulder.

You shrug it off. 'I hope the two of you are really happy together.' You run off towards the kitchen, refusing to look back at the man who's accidentally broken your heart.

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As you put the tea leaves into the tea pot, you start to cry; Agni has fallen for someone else. The man you've found yourself falling for has feelings for another woman. And Prince Soma approves! It hurts you worse than you could have possibly imagined.

You hear the door open behind you, and try to wipe away your tears, which becomes impossible when you see who it is that's just entered.

It's Agni.

He seems concerned when he notices your tears. He walks over to you slowly, and cradles your face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away your tears.

'My mother used to have a saying; eavesdroppers never hear anything good about themselves. I'm sorry if my feelings have caused you pain. I didn't mean for you to find out like this.' Your crying turns into sobbing, and he brings you to his chest. He strokes your hair as sob, softly hushing you.

When your tears finally subside, you look up at him. 'I'm sorry, Agni. I really should have known you'd find someone. I hope more than anything that she brings you happiness, because goodness knows you deserve it.' He looks at you, concern replaced with confusion.

'Who do you think I've fallen in love with?' His question has you a little confused.

'I don't know her name, but from what I've heard you say I can tell you care about her. Prince Soma is right, by the way. You shouldn't waste any time. If you're sure she's the one for you then…' he cuts you off with a small kiss.

His kiss is tender, but you can feel the undeniable passion behind it. As he pulls away, it's your turn to look confused.

'I don't understand. Why did you kiss me?' He smiles, and it makes your heart beat rapidly.

'I was taking your advice. If you'll allow it, I'd like to take it again.' Before you have time to answer, he's leaning in for another kiss. Not only do you allow him to kiss you, but you actively encourage him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

The kiss soon turns heated, and before you know it he's pushing you back against the kitchen's small table, one hand moving to caress your thigh.

As much as you hate the idea of breaking contact, you have to know where you stand, and why he's decided to kiss you when he's in love with another.

You push him off of you lightly. 'Stop, Agni. This isn't right. You're in love with someone else, it isn't fair for you to take me like this. You should go to her. I'll forget this ever happened…' it's a lie; you'll never forget his kiss. However, convincing him to believe a lie is better than letting him know the painful truth.

Agni looks upset. 'I know you're upset with me, but sending me all of these mixed signs is confusing. First you tell me I should tell my love how I feel, but when I show her, you tell me to stop. What should I do? Please tell me, because I'm more lost than I've ever been.' His words make no sense. When did he take your advice? You'd literally only just given it to him!

Then it hits you.

It's you!

You're the one he's been talking about all this time!

Agni looks lost, almost desperately so. Now that the confusion is gone however, you can put the poor man out of his misery.

You decide to be daring, unbuttoning your blouse slowly. 'I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding. I was under the impression you had feelings for another woman. I see I was mistaken. It's me you want, isn't it?' By the time you finish talking, your blouse is totally open, and you slide it off. Agni gasps as he catches sight of your bare breasts. You pray to every god imaginable that you've not misread the situation.

Agni tentatively places a hand over one of your breasts, as if he's afraid it'll disappear under his touch. You moan as his touch grows bolder, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You're so lost in pleasure you almost don't hear him speak.

'I've never desired anything more in my lifetime. The question is, is it mine to take? If yes, then I swear I shall treat you as you're the most precious thing in all this world.' His free hand begins working on your unoccupied breast, and you cry out your answer.

'I'm yours. I have been since the day you first took my hand. Please, Agni. Take me.' He kisses you in response, continuing his assault on your chest.

Eventually, he moves his un-bandaged hand down to the end of your skirt, slowly sliding it up your thigh. He stops kissing you so he can suck on your free nipple, which earns him another litany of moans from you.

When his hand reaches your underwear, he slowly slides them down your legs, allowing his hand full access to your most delicate area. He slips a single finger inside of you, and your whole body feels like it's going to burst into flames. The sensation is slightly strange at first, but you can't deny the fire it's started in your groin.

He adds a second finger once he feels you getting wetter, and when he can slide them both in with little resistance, he tries for a third. His fingers feel huge inside you, but if anything that makes it better. You cry out, clamping around his fingers as he takes you over the edge.

You feel lightheaded when your orgasm subsides, the pleasure causing your mind to leave your body for a moment. As you try to regain your thoughts, you see Agni pulling down his trousers and underwear, erection proudly stand to attention.

You expect him to just remove your underwear, but instead he removes both your underthings and your skirt, leaving you naked before him. He picks you up and sits you on the table, spreading your legs and lining himself up. He takes as steadying breath as he speaks.

'Gods, I never imagined you'd give yourself over to me so willingly. We don't have to do this now. If you'd rather we wait, we can both get dressed and spend the day doing other things together, such as going to the park or just talking. You don't have to give your body to me until you feel truly ready.' His kindness towards you is showing again, only this time you're determined to see it rewarded.

You spread your legs a little further, and shuffle to the end of the table, offering yourself to him. 'I already told you; take me.' That's all he needs to hear. He enters you without anymore hesitation.

He stills himself once he's inside, allowing you a moment to adjust to him. Thanks to his earlier ministrations, it doesn't take long before you start grinding yourself into him, urging him to start moving.

He moves slowly but forcefully, the table beneath you shaking with every thrust. You feel euphoric, every nerve ending in your body heating in response to your lovemaking.

He starts sucking on your neck, hand enough that you know it'll leave a mark. You don't care; you can't think of anything outside of this one moment.

His thrusts start to get faster, and you know he can't be far off finishing. You feel like you're going to finish too; it's just a case of seeing who falls off of that edge first.

Agni seems to realise you're close, and starts rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts, bringing himself in close enough for your nipples to rub against his chest.

It has the desired effect; you bury your face in his neck as you climax, the fabric of his remaining clothing muffling your scream. He can still hear it though, and it's enough to trigger his own explosive release. You feel him filling you up with his seed, and you relish in the warmth that it brings.

As you come down from your respective highs, the weight of your actions dawn on you; you've just had sex on a table that doesn't even belong to you!

He helps you dress, your arms and legs still a little shaky from the force of your orgasms. As you right yourself and exchange tender kisses, Prince Soma bursts in through the door.

'I could hear the two of you going at it from all the way upstairs. Please keep it down next time. Oh, and congratulations by the way! Now that you have finally realised your feelings, we can finally organise the wedding! I wonder if it's possible to get elephants anywhere in London…'

Notes:

There we go. Not the best thing I've ever written, but l tried :/ may even do another one in the future, provided my writer's block doesn't strike again.

As always, requests are more than welcome :) knowing I'm writing for someone other than myself gives me a great deal of motivation :3

I hope to see you all in future stories :)

Chapter 6: In His Web (Claude x Reader)

Notes:

Hello,

As requested by EndOwl, here it is; a Claude x Reader story.

Warning; this story contains a hint of Dub Con. If that upsets you, I apologise. It just seemed to fit Claude quite well.

Also, to those of you interested in the Sebastian X Reader spin-off one-shot I mentioned doing in the note of my other fic, this is pretty much what that one is going to be like, only with a more begrudging reader.

Hope y'all enjoy :)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Your carriage rolls smoothly along the road to the Trancy manor. There's a party there tonight, and you've been invited by Alois Trancy himself. You're not entirely sure why; you've only met him once, and that was only a brief meeting.

You were both guests of the Marquis of Midford, who'd thrown a party to celebrate his son Edward's birthday. You'd been introduced to the young Earl Trancy, and you hadn't been impressed; he seemed like a spoilt brat. He'd spent the entirety of your conversation bitching and moaning about the perceived lack of entertainment, and it was all you could do not to throttle the little shit. Fighting your violent urges, you'd merely smiled and nodded your head. You were relieved when he'd finally left you alone.

When his invitation had arrived, you'd considered throwing it in the bin. Then you remembered one more thing about your meeting.

Earl Trancy had brought his butler along with him.

Throughout the entirely of your one-sided conversation, Claude the butler had watched you with intent, eyes roaming over your body like he wanted to devour you. When his master left the conversation, he remained staring at you a while longer, before his master called for him to follow. His eyes had briefly taken on a murderous look, before he reached out a placed a kiss on your hand.

'My lady.' He'd said, before walking off to meet his master.

You'd had to excuse yourself for a long while, as you tried to calm your racing heart. You swore then that you'd take any opportunity to speak to the man properly.

So here you are, rapidly approaching the house of the Earl of Brat Attack, hoping to catch a glimpse at his mysteriously attractive butler.

A footman helps you leave your carriage when you finally arrive at the manor. It's bigger than you had expected it to be. Light is pouring out of the building, and you wonder just how many people have been invited tonight.

Three men (servants, you assume) escort you to the main door, wherein you're show to the ballroom.

The room is cavernous, and filled to the brim with people. The walls are all adorned with golden decorations, and there is a sizeable buffet against one wall. A small orchestra is on hand to provide music for the evening.

Your eyes scan the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone you recognise. A ruddy-faced man in a suit stumbles towards you, clearly drunk.

'Hey beautiful, you all alone? Pretty little thing like you shouldn't be all alone. Men might start takin' liberties. Why don't you hang around with me? I'll make sure you're safe.' He makes to grab you, but his arm is grabbed mid-attempt by someone who's apparently come to your aid.

'The young lady doesn't require any such assistance. In this house, we pride ourselves on taking care of our guests. Now away with you, and drink some water while you're at it; your drunken antics are making the other guests feel uncomfortable.' His voice sounds incredibly sexy, and you're not just thinking that because he's helped you out of a tight spot. It's the kind of voice you imagine would sound delightful in the bedroom…

The drunkard backs away, and you turn to face your saviour, surprised to see the Trancy butler himself, Claude.

He moves in close to you so he can whisper in your ear. 'I'm delighted to see you accepted the invitation. I rather feared you wouldn't, given how much you seem to dislike my master.' You're about to protest against his words, but he puts a finger to your lips. 'Now, now, the mouth of someone as pretty as you shouldn't spout petty lies. Relax though, for you are in good company; no one here likes my master.' You can imagine the smirk on his face as he continues talking.

'It took a great deal of convincing to persuade my master to throw a party like this, but I knew this would be my best chance to see you again. I've been thinking of ways to lure you to me from the moment I first saw you. I'm so very glad that you've come to me willingly. It'll make what I have planned for you tonight even easier.' Your body starts to feel hot, as if he's set your blood on fire with his words. You think you'll faint if he says anything more, which of course he does.

'Believe me when I say that I will take you tonight. Be it by force or by your own desire, you will not be leaving this manor with any sense of innocence left in tact. I will take it upon myself to defile you so throughly that no man will ever compare to me. You're caught in the spider's web, my dear, and he's coming to devour you whether you like it or not.' You can feel your arousal soaking the lace of your underwear as a blush covers your whole body from head to toe. Claude backs away from you.

'Try to enjoy the party as best you can, but know that soon I'll be coming to take you away very soon.' He leaves, and you're left standing alone, feeling both terrified and aroused. When would he return for you? Would it be soon? Did you actually want him to? If you ran now, would he come after you? Your thoughts send your head buzzing, and you decide to get some fresh air.

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There's a small patio area attached to hall, with a few tables and chairs scattered around. That's where you've been sitting for the best part of an hour, trying to calm yourself down. Every little sound makes your heart flutter; is it him? Is he coming for you? The anticipation is killing you, yet fuelling your arousal, keeping you on edge in more ways than one.

After finally managing to create a façade of calm, you head back into the main hall, only for Alois himself to appear before you.

'Enjoying the party? You should go inside and socialise more. It's rude to sit out here by yourself, and I hate rude guests!' He seems irate, so you explain that you're not feeling too well.

'Unwell? That's no good. I'll have my butler take a look at you. Claude!' He calls for the butler, and your façade starts to slip away.

The butler appears almost instantly, awaiting his master's command.

'Claude, escort this woman to one of the guest chambers and examine her. She feels unwell. Make her better.' His expression is almost malicious; does he know what Claude intends to do to you?

Claude puts an arm behind your waist, pushing towards a set of stairs. He makes a point of explaining the situation to guests as he passes them, like he's trying to discourage them looking for you.

He leads you up the stairs into a bedroom containing a small dressing table, nightstand, and a queen-sized bed. He locks the door behind you both before putting his hands on your hips and bringing his mouth to your ear.

'So here we are. This room is my domain. Everything and everyone inside it belongs to me. That includes you, my dear. Honestly, the things you do to me…' he grinds his erection into your back 'It's a cruel joke, a mortal such as you enticing me so. I have only gazed upon you once before tonight, yet you have driven me to distraction.' He uses his hands to slide your dress down your body, leaving you clad only in your corset and ruined underwear. He runs a hand between your legs, as his other works on undoing your corset.

You stand perfectly still, paralysed by both fear and lust in equal measures. What was he going to do to you tonight? His hand lightly passes over your clit, as your corset falls from your body.

Removing the laces from the corset, he uses them to bind your arms behind your back in a way that makes your breasts jut out even further than usual. When he's done, he rips the underwear from your body, leaving you naked and bound. Slowly, he stalks around your body, admiring his handy work.

'Perfect. Now you really do look like you're caught in my web. I'm going to enjoy consuming you.' He throws you onto the bed, where you try to right yourself. You don't get the chance; he's looming over you, arms and legs either side of your body. He really does look like a spider cornering its prey.

He lowers his mouth to your neck and starts sucking. You can't contain the moan that leaves your mouth. You're trapped underneath an almost perfect stranger, unable to escape, victim to his every whim.

You've never been more turned on in your life.

You can feel yourself dripping onto the bed as he continues his assault of your body, mouth moving to bite and suck at a nipple. The painful nature of his bites, combined with the tenderness of his suckling, creates an ecstasy with you that you've never experienced before. You somehow manage to wrap your legs around one of his, essentially humping it as you try to create friction on your groin. A crease in his trousers rubs you at just the right angle, and you fall apart, bound hands clawing desperately at the bedsheets.

When you're finished, he gets off of you so he can remove his clothing. As he strips, you wriggle so that your legs are almost hanging off of the bed. You spread yourself as far as you can manage, offering yourself to him. He licks his lips.

'My, but you are eager prey. It delights me to see you so obliging. I was so worried you'd try to flee… alas, it seems even fair maidens aren't immune to the carnal urges that burden us from within. I'll tell you now, I have no plans to be gentle with you; by the time you leave this chamber of mine, you'll be sore in ways that you'll feel for days. The memory of having me inside of you will cause you to blush every time your legs brush together, and you'll begin to crave more nights like this one. Worry not, there will be more nights like this; I have no intention of letting you go after this.' He approaches you, grabbing onto your thighs forcefully. You groan, his touch both bruising and demanding. You push your hips up, presenting yourself to him as best you can. He accepts your invitation, entering you in one smooth thrush.

He wasn't lying when he said he wasn't going to be gentle; his thrusts are merciless, abusing your depths in ways you've never experienced before. All you can you is moan as he begins biting at your nipples again.

It seems like hours have passed before he finally finishes, filling you up with his essence. He pumps wave after wave of his seed inside of you, to the point where you don't think your womb can hold anymore.

When he finally stops, you're grateful; you're not sure how much more of him you can take.

He slips out of you, your collective discharges dripping out of your body. You look down, and gasp in shock; he's already growing hard again.

He flips you onto your front, his body pressing into your back. 'I needed that worse than I thought. It's been too long since I emptied myself into someone. I must say, you make a most marvellous vessel for my essence. So marvellous in fact, I think I'll fill you up some more; I did tell you you'd be throughly defiled, after all. Another load ought to do it.' He re-enters you, triggering a second orgasm.

His pace is just as aggressive as it was a moment ago, despite the awkwardness of this position. As your body rubs against the bed, the sheets stimulate your whole body, working you towards a third climax.

You reach your breaking point moments before he reaches his; your moan is muffled by the bedsheets, whereas he stifles his by biting your neck.

Him riding out his climax has seemed to you ride out yours; you both feel your orgasms waining at roughly the same time.

He pulls out, and removes the laces from your arms. You stretch them out, and try to move your legs, only to find them too sore to move.

Claude scoops you up and puts you into his bed. He covers you up to your neck before giving you a small kiss on your forehead.

'Rest now. I'll make sure you get home safe tomorrow. Can't have my newest plaything getting lost, now can I?' You're too tired to do anything other than sleep, closing your eyes and letting your dreams embrace you.

Notes:

So… too dark?

I have a couple of requests to work on, but please feel free to send in more; I shall endeavour to get them all done :)

See you guys next time (if I haven't put you off)

Chapter 7: Make a Stitch (Bard x Reader)

Notes:

Greetings all,

This comes from a request by ALWAlways, who wanted 'one involving Bard...with more foreplay... in the kitchen'

I hope this is what you had in mind :)

I had a question about Undertaker and Grell, too, so I'm releasing my planned story list;

Next: Undertaker

Then: Madame Red (with a female reader)

After that: Grell (gender of Reader TBA)

This list is subject to change, should I either get a request that tickles my fancy, or suffer from character-specific writer's block again (which could happen)

With that all said, enjoy :3

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Chapter Text

Whispered moans are exchanged in the darkness, muffled by the sound of pouring rain. This wasn't how you'd expected your day to come to an end, but you weren't about to complain.

Your lover moves to lick some of the icing from your breasts; how did you end up like this?

You were one of Lady Elizabeth's handmaidens, accompanying her on a visit to her fiancée's estate. As soon as you'd arrived, you'd been introduced to the estate's servants. There was a young lad named Finny, who managed the gardens. Then there was Mey-Rin, a delightfully busty young lady who acted as the maid. Tanaka was the elderly former butler, and a strange man named Snake acted as footman. Then there was the cook…

Baldroy was tall, blonde and sexy as all hell. From the way he spoke to the way he smoked, everything about him screamed masculinity. You could feel yourself beginning to heat up, as you imagined the kind of things a man like that could do to you…

Your thoughts had been interrupted by the butler Sebastian, who had taken it upon himself to give you chores to do. You'd normally protest, but given that one of them involved spending more time with the cook…

You'd done all of the washing, and scrubbed all the floors clean in record time, keen to go down to the kitchens. When you'd arrive, you'd seen the chef preparing a stew of some kind. You'd announce your presence with a small statement.

'Hello, Mr Baldroy? I've come to help you peel some potatoes.' He'd jumped, as if he wasn't expecting to see you there. He'd broken out into a blush.

'Right. They're over there. Take this peeler and 'elp yourself. Call me Bard, by the way. Everyone else does.' He'd played with his hair, and it was your turn to blush when he handed you the peeler. You'd set to work on the potatoes, peeling them as slowly as possible. You and Bard had spoken a little, but words had seemed futile; you could both feel the sexual tension in the air. He was about to comment on it, when the Butler had arrived, asking about your progress. You'd assured him it was going well, but he'd scowled at you regardless.

'Make sure you get it done quickly.' He'd left, leaving you to finish your duty with reluctant haste.

You'd finished up, and set about the few remaining tasks on your list. As you'd left, Bard had called out 'see you later.' You'd wanted to go in there and tackle him to the floor in a surge of lust, but thought better of it; servant or not, you were still expected to behave like a lady.

Your thoughts are returned to the present when you feel something drizzle onto a nipple; melted chocolate, still warm from the Bain-Marie. Once he's satisfied it's well-covered, he takes the nipple into his mouth, sucking all the chocolate off. Your whole body feels like it's burning, and all he's done is played with your chest. Heaven only knows what he'll do to you down there…

Your mind continues to replay the evenings events. After completing your chores for the day, you and the other servants had all eaten together at about 8 o'clock. You'd offered to do the washing up, mostly so you could stay around Bard a little longer. Who knows? Maybe you'd have the courage to tell him just how attractive he is…

Turns out you didn't. You'd done the dishes in silence whilst Bard prepared some ingredients for tomorrow's dinner. As you'd made to leave, Sebastian had entered…

'My Young Master has requested a large cake for tomorrow's lunch; a plain sponge, decorated with royal icing and melted chocolate. You'll find all that you need in the cupboards, and a recipe in one of the cookbooks. I know you've already worked a full shift, but I'm sure you can spare a few more hours. Have fun.' He'd smirked, and left the room sharpish.

You'd wanted to cry; would this day ever end? Bard had put his hand on your shoulder. 'He can be a right git sometimes. Need some 'elp? I bet we can make this cake in no time at all if we do it together.' The tears had started to fall softly from your eyes.

'Thanks Bard, but don't you want to go on to bed now?' He'd merely shrugged his shoulders.

'Meh, it's alright. Much rather 'elp out a pretty girl in need. Shall we get started? We'll need eggs, flour, icing sugar, normal sugar, butter, an' chocolate. See what you can find.' You'd scoured the cupboards, and somehow between you found exactly what was needed. You'd gathered all the ingredients together.

'Right, I'll start on the cake mix, you preheat the oven an' start melting the chocolate. We'll have this sorted in no time!'

After twenty minutes of prep, the cake had gone into the oven, and a timer had been set. You'd sighed in relief; maybe you'd still be able to get off at a reasonable hour.

The kitchen was starting to feel hot, with you still in your maid uniform. You'd removed your apron and undone the top few buttons of the black monstrosity underneath. Maid uniforms weren't exactly fashionable.

That's what you'd thought, until you saw Bard practically drooling over you. His eyes had followed your hands, tongue wetting his lips as you slowly revealed your chest. He had yet to realise you'd seen him, so you'd decided to play a little game with him.

You'd somehow managed to slide your uniform down your arms, showing off your breasts. You'd dipped a finger into the royal icing, and used it to write a message across your chest…

'Fancy making a stitch?'

Bard had stared at you slack-jawed, his whole face turning red. Surely you weren't…?

He re-read your message before answering. 'Hell yeah, I do. I've wanted to do that ever since I saw ya this morning. Feels like I'm takin' advantage though, what with you only being here the one day and all. I dunno if I'll see you again after this.' You could tell he was desperate to take you up on your offer, but didn't want you to feel used. You slid your uniform off of your body, which left you glad only in your shoes, stocking, and underwear. You'd put your hands on your hips, trying to seem enticing.

'Better make tonight count, then. You're not the only one who wants to have some fun.' That's all it had taken to dissolve his protests, his tongue diving into your mouth.

From there, he'd licked the icing off off your chest, before pouring chocolate on you, bringing you back to the present.

You can feel how soaked you underwear has become, and it's all thanks to Bard's ministrations. You can tell he's far from done, thought.

'Lie down on that table for me. I wanna decorate you properly.' You do as instructed, but leave your legs hanging off the end; you suspect he'll want to go between them before too long.

When you're in position, he dips a finger into the chocolate, bringing it to your lips. You take it into your mouth and suck away the chocolate greedily, flicking your tongue against his finger. He clearly knows what you're simulating, and he begins to push his finger in and out of your mouth.

You moan around it, and he groans in response. You're surprised he's keeping up with the foreplay; with all the little noises he's been making, he's probably desperate to be inside you right now.

He takes his finger away, and moves to grab something from a nearby surface; it's a wooden spoon.

He dips it in the nearby chocolate, making sure it's covered before bringing it over your mouth. You open wide, trying to catch it on your tongue. What doesn't make it into your mouth drizzles down onto your neck, creating small lines of chocolate all the way down to your collarbone.

Bard dips the spoon in chocolate once again, but this time trails it between your breasts, slowing sliding it down until he reaches your underwear. He pulls them off off your legs aching slow, revealing your soaked slit to him. He moans loudly in approval.

'Bloody hell. It's been so long since I last had a woman. I swear, the next time we meet up, we have to do this again. It's gonna feel so nice when I'm finally inside you…' he moves back up to your head. 'Before I do that, I think I'd better clean you up. What we're about to do is filthy enough without making the mess literal.'

Starting at your neck, he trails open-mouthed kisses down your body, cleaning up the line of chocolate he created. He takes a detour at your breasts, taking your nipples into his mouth one after the other, until they're both rock hard and slightly damp from his ministrations.

He follows the chocolate down to your groin. He stands between your legs before licking the last of it off, savouring the sweetness mixed with the slight taste of your skin.

When the chocolate is all gone, he decides to feast on another treat you've made together; the wetness between your legs.

He starts by lapping at your folds, being careful not to let any of your juices escape. His actions begin to send your head spinning, orgasm building faster than it ever has before. He sticks his tongue inside of you, and you let a a wanton man of delight as you feel him tunnel into you, clearly well-versed in the art of oral sex. His stubble rubs against your skin slightly, which only heightens your enjoyment.

Your orgasm washes over you, powerful enough to make you arch your back. You hope no one hears you; it would be awkward trying to explain your actions to someone.

Bard continues to eat you out until you're spent, his whole mouth becoming coated in your essence. You can see his face glistening as he backs away, undoing his own apron so he can free himself from his trousers.

'I thought the chocolate was nice, but your taste is somethin' else. I'd gladly 'ave you for dessert instead.' He lines himself up your entrance. 'You good to go, or do you need more foreplay?'

You sit up, and wrap your arms around him, dragging his head down so you can speak in his ear. 'Take me now, and don't hold back. I want to feel sore for days.' You bite his ear, and he grips your hips tightly.

'Suit yourself.' He says, sinking into you slowly.

He starts doing just as you requested, fucking you so hard you want to scream out in carnal joy. His hands on your hips are sure to leave bruises, and as he bites into your neck you know you'll have to keep you collar up for at least a fortnight.

You love the way he feels; all man and full of sexual prowess. You can smell cigarettes on him, but that doesn't bother you in the slightest, only adding to his masculine appeal.

You don't know how long you've been at it now, but your whole body is on the verge of climax, waiting to be tipped over the edge again. Clearly knowing this, Bard manages to stimulate your clit with his thumb, sending you over the edge.

He follows quickly, groaning loudly as he empties himself into you. You can feel your insides milking him for all he's worth, and hope that he feels it too.

When you're both finally finished, he pulls out and sets you down on the ground. You feel the evidence of your tryst trickle down your legs, and prey that it doesn't sully your stockings.

You dress in silence, unsure of what to say until you hear the timer go off. You make for the oven door, but he stops you with a hand on your shoulder. 'I'll deal with this. Go get some rest. I'll see you at breakfast.' He gives you a deep kiss before letting you leave.

As you make your way to your room, you hope that this isn't your last visit to the Phantomhive manor.

Notes:

So… I took a few 'artistic liberties' with this, but I think it's alright. I hope you all liked it.

I may have a rough schedule planned, but please feel free to alter it with your requests. A busy schedule makes for a happy writer :)

See you next time

Chapter 8: Payment (Undertaker x Reader)

Notes:

Hey,

A few days ago (I think), Socom911 asked 'When are Grell and Undertaker coming out?'. Well, I can now answer half of that question; Umdertaker is coming out right now :D

Disclaimer; I'm horrifically hungover, so if there's more mistakes than usual I apologise. I'm also sorry for the cliché'd set up, but I don't have the mental faculties to come up with anything better. I'm also typing this in the wrong box. I should probably put this in the Chapter Notes. FFS -_-

Enjoy the best that hungover me has to offer ;)

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Chapter Text

The rain is falling lightly in London today, covering everything it touches in a thin layer of moisture. At this moment in time, that includes you.

You are a member of 'The Aristocrats of Evil', an organisation created by the Phantomhive family as a way of providing 'The Queen's Guard Dog' with information pertaining to tasks Her Majesty has given him. You had been selected to join due to your vast wealth of underground knowledge pertaining to human trafficking. However, a wealth of knowledge doesn't mean you know everything, and there's a considerable gap in your knowledge bank that's making your current task for Lord Phantomhive very difficult indeed. Thankfully, one of your fellow members should possess the knowledge necessary for you to fill in the gap. Visiting him is the only reason you're out in this weather.

After walking a few more paces, (and stepping in several puddles) you reach your destination. A sign that reads 'Undertaker' hangs crookedly above the door. There's no light coming from inside, but you're sure the building isn't empty. You open the door and step inside.

The funeral parlour is cold, which is exacerbated by your damp clothing. Your eyes scan the room, looking for your the owner. You can't see him. 'Strange,' you think to yourself 'He's always here at this time. He must have popped out for something.'

You're about to leave and return later when you hear a creaking sound coming from one of the coffins. You watch as the lid slowing comes away, and try not to scream as a body appears. You almost faint when the body smiles at you.

'Good morning, me dear. It's nice to see you again. It's been a while since we last met up. Has the Young Earl sent you on an errand?' You let out a relieved sigh; it's not a body, it's just the Undertaker.

You've known the Undertaker ever since you joined the Aristocrats of Evil. He's a bit eccentric, spending his time munching on bone-shaped cookies and giggling to himself. He's always exceptionally nice to you, whispering little comments and jokes to you during meeting. You'd consider him a friend of sorts, despite the fact your occupation had little room for such things. In fact, you're not sure if he considered you a friend too. He's a bit of a loner by nature, and loners don't make friends easily.

The Undertaker steps out off the coffin and walks towards you, grinning like a maniac. The grin fades a bit when he looks at the state of your clothing. 'You poor thing, you're soaked through! Hang your coat up and I'll get you some tea and a towel. Then we can talk business.' He rushes off, and you hang your coat up on the corner of a coffin.

He returns with a towel in hand, giving it to you so you can dry off while he makes the tea. It doesn't do you much good; your hair and the bottom half of your dress are both soaked. Your best chance of getting the dress dry is taking it off, but that would leave you half-naked in a colleague's shop. Alternatively, you could leave it on and risk catching a cold.

Deciding that a little embarrassment was a small price to pay for continued good health, you slip out of your dress, hanging it on a different coffin to your coat. You hope what's underneath is dry, otherwise his funeral parlour will start looking like a boutique!

When he returns again, you're sat with one leg over the other on one of his coffins, drying your hair whilst looking at the ground. You're clad only in white knee-high socks, a corset, and panties that show more flesh than you'd like. They'd been a gift from Paris from a former suited, although he'd more interested in getting you out of them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Undertaker drinking in your appearance. He shifts his legs slightly, and for the briefest moment you're certain you can see a tent in his robes.

He sets the tea tray he's carrying on his nearby desk, and proceeds to pour you both a cup. He hands a cup to you before sitting opposite you with his own tea. You both sip your tea in silence of a while, neither of you sure what to say. It's Undertaker that finally breaks the silence.

'So, what can I do for you today? Unless this is a social call. Is it a social call?' He tilts his head in curiosity.

You shake your own head. 'Nothing so frivolous, I'm afraid. I've had reports of women being trafficked into this country lately, but I'm not sure from where. I understand that you received a pair of Jane Does the other day. I was wondering if you could give me any hints about their country of origin?' You stare at him hopefully, handing him your now empty cup. He thinks for a moment before answering.

'I could tell you a few things, sure, but my information isn't free. I'll need me usual fee.' You take a deep breath. Thankfully, you've prepared his payment in advance.

You clear your throat before saying;

'There was a young harlot from Kew,

Who filled her vagina with glue,

She said with a grin

'If they'll pay to get in…''

'Then they'll pay to get out of it, too. Sorry me dear, I heard that one yesterday.' Shit. That was your ace! You try again.

'What's brown and sticky? A stick!' He doesn't look amused. One more try.

'What do you call a cow with no legs? Ground beef!' He almost cracks a smile, but no laughter. You desperately try to think of more jokes, but to no avail. Why does your mind always draw blanks at inopportune moments?

You're about to admit defeat and leave, when you notice he's staring at your body again, tongue peeking out of his mouth slightly as he licks his lips. Maybe you can still leave with the information you need.

You uncross your legs, showing him your covered sex. You stretch a leg out, brushing it against his. Then, in the most seductive voice you can manage, you whisper 'I'm afraid I don't have your usual payment today. Are you willing to accept something a little bit different? I think you'll like it…' you continue stroking his legs as you wait for a reply. He runs a hand up of said leg, toying with he skin just above your sock.

'My, you must really need this information if you're offering yourself up to me like this. The girls came from Asia, China I'd say, judging by the clothes they were wearing. One of them had a piece of paper in her hair. It was part of a shipping receipt. I'd be more than happy to give it to you… if you'll let me give it to you.' His joke is terrible, but at least he's being forthcoming with his information now.

A single stray drop of water falls from you left head and onto your bare thigh. He watches as it trickles down your leg, eyes completely transfixed on it. Now's your chance to confirm your payment.

'Take whatever you want, so long as I get what I came for.' Those words spur him into action, and he lunges forwards, tongue licking up the raindrop before continuing all the way up to your underwear. He pushes your torso back, giving him easier access to you. He starts toying with you through your underwear, which starts to dampen under his touch. When he feels you've accumulated enough wetness, he stands up, putting his hands either side of your waist.

He leans over to kiss your neck. 'Can we do this here, or do you need privacy?' You moan as he starts sucking on your neck, creating a mark you know will be there for days. You try to collect your thoughts enough to answer him, but he's making concentration difficult. He pushes a hand beneath you and starts fiddling with the laces holding your corset in place. He loosen them enough to be able to yank it down, exposing your breasts to the cold air. He brings his mouth over one of your nipples and looks at you, halting his ministrations so you can answer. You push your chest up at him, silently urging him to continue. He doesn't, clearly determined to have his question answered.

You start to get frustrated. 'You can have me right here, just get on with it!' Your answer is good enough for him, and he latches onto your nipple, alternating between suckling and nibbling. You writhe under his touch, the pleasure almost surreal. It's been months since anyone touched you like this, and you silently swear never to allow such a period of abstinence again. Hell, now you know Undertaker will take sex as payment, you won't have to go through a dry spell again. All you have to do is think of something to ask for, then let him do the rest. Simple.

He abandons the nipple he's been working on to play with its twin, leaving it glistening and hard. Seeing your body reacting to him like that is turning you on to no end. It's like your body was created just for him to play with. Your moans increase in volume, and you feel Undertaker removing your underwear, letting them drop to the floor as a hand explorers the newly-exposed flesh of your sex.

A nail lightly scratches against your clit, and you decide you can't take it anymore. You need him to fill you up before you die of anticipation.

You reach down, trying to yank his robe up so you can free his erection. He reluctantly tears himself away from your chest so he can do it for you, rolling his robe up before pulling his underwear down his legs. He smears some of your juices onto his cock before lining himself up. You spread yourself as wide as you can, giving him an invitation he can't refuse. He slides into you with little resistance, letting out a groan as you tighten around him.

It takes a second before your muscles relax enough to let him move, but he makes up for lost time, his thrusts hard and fast. You briefly worry about whether the coffin can cope with all the strain on it, but as he starts rubbing your clit you decide you don't care.

He starts leaving bites all over your chest, to the point where you'll have to wear high-collar dresses for the next fortnight. You don't care though. You can feel your climax approaching fast, so you close your eyes and surrender to the sensation of Undertaker pleasuring you.

He starts attacking your nipples again, and that's enough to make you fall apart under him, crying out in bliss as he works you through your orgasm. He finishes not long after you do, spilling himself inside of you with wild abandon. He litters kisses on every inch of skin he can reach, a surprisingly tender action given his previous ministrations.

When you're both sated, he leans down to rest his head on your chest, rapidly softening cock still inside of you. You start petting his hair, which makes him sigh in contentment. He tilts his head up to look at you.

'Tell me, would you be willing to discus a regular payment plan? All the information you want, paid for in weekly instalments. Interested?' He sounds eager, which makes you giggle. Yeah, the Undertaker sure is eccentric.

You agree to his payment plan.

Notes:

So, how was it? Not too bad, I hope; Undertaker is my favourite :3

Then again, if it is bad, I get to write for him again as an apology! Muahahahaha o.O

Did anyone get the reference to the Season 2 outtakes? If not, go watch them (they're pretty funny)

Next chapter shall contain some lesbian action (though I suppose given who it features, bisexual action maybe? That's my person favourite kind of action).

Oh, and requests are still ongoing, so if there's anything you wanna read, let me know ;)

Hope to see you then :)

Chapter 9: Examination (Madam Red x Reader)

Notes:

Hello you ;)

This comes from ALWAlways, who said 'playing doctor with Madam Red could be fun'. I did the best I could, so I hope you like it :3

This chapter features some girl-on-girl action so if that isn't your thing, then this chapter isn't for you

Speaking of genders with genders, the next chapter will be a Grell fic. Only problem is, I can't decide on a gender for the reader. The options are as follows:

Female reader

Male reader

Transgender reader, going from female to male

Transgender reader, going from male to female

If you guys have any preferences, please let me know :3 also, I need some more requests, too, so tell me what you want and I'll do it.

Happy reading :)

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Chapter Text

'Next patient, please!'

You stand up. You've been at the hospital for about ten minutes now, anxiously awaiting your monthly visit to the gynaecologist.

It's not that you're unwell; far from it in fact. However, your doctor has suggested that you pay her a visit once a month, just to make sure everything is in working order. Normally you'd scoff at such an idea, but you've grown very fond of the tests she performs on you each month…

Not wanting to keep her waiting, you follow the nurse into a small back room; the office of one Angelina Dalles, A.K.A Madam Red. You shiver in anticipation as you enter the room, bidding the nurse thanks before closing the door behind you.

Madam Red is currently sat behind her desk, eyes focused on some kind of paperwork. Her gaze doesn't leave the document as she addresses you. 'Strip down and assume your usual position. I shall be with you in a moment.'

You do as she says immediately, removing all of your clothing before laying down on her examination table. The room is chilly, and your nipples soon harden to little pebbles. You can feel yourself tingle in anticipation; has it really only been a month since your last visit? It feels like so much longer.

Madam Red stands up, placing her paperwork on her desk. She walks over to you, heels clicking as she goes. She smiles salaciously at you, running a hand up one of your legs before pulling it away from its twin. You understand her silent command, and spread your legs as wide as they'll go. This seems to please her. 'I'm glad to see that my favourite patient is eager to begin. I think I'll begin by inspecting your vulva.' She moves between your legs, and you hear the tell-tale snap of gloves being put on.

You feel her fingers lightly brush over your labia, and try not to moan. You are in a pack hospital, after all; anyone could hear your noises of pleasure and mistake them for fear or trouble. You don't want someone to barge in here and ruin the fun.

After a few more light touches, she pinches your clit. You gasp in surprise, and she lets out a low chuckle. 'You're very sensitive down there. Has no one been playing with you lately?' She asks, a hint of curiosity in her voice. You shake your head. 'That's a shame. A body as lovely as yours should have regular visitors. After all, you wouldn't hide a painting behind cloth forever, so why hide this?' She stokes you again, and you feel yourself leaking onto the table. She gathers some of the moisture onto a gloved finger and puts it in her mouth, moaning at the taste.

'Have you ever sampled yourself? You really should. Your taste is exquisite.' She coats a finger in your juices again and offers it to you. You suck on it eagerly, loving the taste of yourself mixed with the latex of the glove. She trails the finger out of your mouth slowly, rubbing it across your lips until they're glistening with saliva.

She saunters over to your side, grabbing the breast farthest away from her. She begins toying with your nipple as she talks.

'You know, part of my job is to prepare women for marriage. I have to make sure that they're in top shape before I can allow their husbands to do as they please. Usually I do it by observation and testing, but I feel like you'd benefit from a more hands-on examination. I'm going to introduce you to a friend of mine. I think you'd love it, you filthy little harlot.' You love it when she calls you names. The shame of being called a harlot, combined with all the things she likes to do to you make this affair seem like the most sinfully sweet thing in the world. You love the way she makes you feel, and you know you'll never tire of her pleasuring you.

She moves away from you, looking for something across the room. She returns with a long wooden box and some lubricant of some kind. When she opens the box, your eyes widen in surprise; it's some kind of fake phallus, made from what looks like polished wood. You shuffle back a little out of anxiety; is she really going to put that inside of you?

She sees the look of fear on your face. 'Don't worry, my dear. This'll fit inside of you perfectly by the time I'm finished with you.' She starts spreading lubricant onto the faux shaft, and you feel yourself growing a little wet at the sight. She makes sure the object is dripping wet before setting in to one side, smearing leftover lub in and around your opening. When she's done, she attaches your ankles to the straps on either side of the examination table, preventing you from closing your legs.

'Perfect. We're all set for your examination. First, I'll need to loosen you up a bit.' She puts some more of the lubricant on her fingers before slipping one inside of you. You gasp at the intrusion, still not used to it even after all your months of visiting. She smiles as she crooks it, looking for a particular spot. You have to throw your arm over your mouth to keep from screaming when she finds her target. The pleasure of her rubbing against your walls is enough to distract you from her adding a second finger. You start to feel a bit sore as she works on scissoring you open, but the underlying pleasure makes any discomfort worthwhile.

You're genuinely shocked when she adds a third finger; she's never done that before. Your opening is wider than it's ever been, stretched by Madam Red's clever fingers.

She reaches her head down to suckle on your clit as she works on your opening. Your body suddenly reaches climax, your legs spasming in their restraints, desperate to be free. The pleasure is glorious, made greater by your doctor's ministrations.

When you finally come down, you're greeted by the sight of Madam Red hiking her skirt up to her waist before climbing onto you, turning to face your legs before crawling back a bit. You understand her intentions, moving your head forwards just enough to allow her to position her own sex over your face. She isn't wearing anything under her dress, giving you unrestricted access to her private quarters. The smell of her arousal is dizzying, and you can't help but give her opening a small lick. She lets out a moan.

'Wait until I've begun your examination. Then you can feast upon me all you like.' You move your head back slightly, praying that she hurries up so you can drink down her essence. You feel something hard poke against your opening, and assume it's her instrument. It slides into you slowly, installing a feeling of fullness inside of you that you've never known. It's almost pleasurable enough to make you want a husband, but not quite. The instrument itself might feel nice, but having to deal with what's attached to it isn't worth it.

Madam Red slowly moves the phallus in and out, taking care to be gentle with you. It stings a bit, but the pleasure is worth it.

'You may begin your meal, my filthy little harlot.' You don't need telling twice. Your tongue begins lapping at her opening greedily, like a parched man at an oasis. She tastes different to you, but no less appetising. You bury your tongue inside her, determined to drink her nectar straight from its source. You creep a hand up to play with her clit, while she continues her examination of you.

After a while, her movements become erratic, as if she can't focus anymore. You know this means she must be close, so you redouble your efforts, eating her out with all the passion and determination you can muster.

She abandons her attempt at pleasing you, and instead begins grinding herself against your mouth, determined to finish as soon as possible. You reach for the object between your legs with your one free hand, and take up where she left off, pleasuring yourself whilst pleasing her.

She caves mere moments before you do, her release pouring into your mouth and down your chin. You lap up all that you can, the taste and the sensation triggering your second and final release. It's unusual for your walls to have something so solid to cling onto, but you love it, still delighting in the full feeling it gives you.

When you're both done, she climbs off of you on shaky legs, stumbling over to the end of the table so she can remove both the restrains and the instrument. You sit up on the table, panting as if you've run a marathon. Your legs are terribly sore, as is your vagina. It's a sinful kind of sore that you hope you feel for days.

As you stand and redress, she takes you into her arms and kisses you deeply, her tongue and yours battling for dominance. You break the kiss before there's a clear victor, but you both know she'd have been the winner. She always is.

She smiles at you. 'Thank you for stopping by, but I'm afraid it's bad news. I'm going to have to insist that you visit me at least twice a month, so I can keep an eye on you properly.'

You agree in a heartbeat; you can't say no to the doctor's orders, after all.

Notes:

So, you like?

Again, requests and feedback are appreciated. Otherwise I'll end up writing any old pairings (and that could be interesting)

See you next time (I hope) :)

Chapter 10: Similarities (Grell x Reader)

Notes:

Hey,

So here it is, the promised Grell fic. I ended up going with a transgender reader, as I felt it worked quite well with Grell (who I shall be referring to as 'she' for this fic).

Not the best thing I've ever wtitten, but I've done my best.

Hope you all enjoy

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

'For the last time, Grell, I'm not interested!' You shout at the red-headed. The two of you are in your kitchen, sipping tea and talking about your last collection. Unfortunately, the topic of conversation has changed to your 'relationship'. She's been trying to convince you to take her on a date for weeks now, despite you repeatedly telling her you're not interested.

It's not that you're not attracted to her; far from it. What with her flowing locks, her broad smile, that sadistic streak that made you stomach feel funny…

No, you can't do down that path. It'll only end up breaking both your hearts.

You see, you share something with Grell. Something that no one knows about. At least, no one below management level. It's something that you know will deter Grell, should she ever discover the truth.

To the whole world, you are a man. In actuality, you were born female.

#black butler fanfiction

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