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I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

the last time i reblogged this my disability claim got approved nahdhddbbdb

Come on potato!

lucifer and mc

i know u lil sewer rats (affectionate) eat this old man up, so might as well upload my rough art xx

🌿| HEY GUYS here i am with my first black butler smut- fem reader!it is quite long tbh I kinda went feral😭😭 so uh anyways enjoy<33

"I believe that is all- might you have any suggestions?"

You and Sebastian Michaelis were standing in one of the less explored bedrooms of the Phantomhive Manor, posture perfect and position poised as usual, discussing surprise plans for your master's upcoming birthday. As usual, the demon butler in front of you stood tall and elegant, while you stood something like a head shorter, although equally as composed as Sebastian. Just a few minutes prior, he had requested that you join him in the back of the manor in an unused guest room to discuss celebration plans for Ciel Phantomhive. It had been necessary for you both to go to the back out of sight- as physically capable as your fellow servants may have been, not one of them could keep their mouths shut for the life of them. And as the second butler to Ciel, Sebastian had decided it was best to consult you.

"It takes quite a bit to surprise the master," you noted dubiously, looking down at the floor in a pensive manner. "Are you sure it's best to have a party anyway? We know how he feels about his birthday."

"Of course, the master's wishes are our top priority." Sebastian replied, maintaining his sly but polite smile, never looking away from you. "However, my aim is to ensure his contentedness on his birthday, and allowing him to sit in his bedroom and pretend as if it is not his birthday will simply not do."

You glanced back up at Sebastian with a knowing expression. "Alright, who was it- Prince Soma or Lady Elizabeth?"

"Ah, you know me too well," Sebastian chuckled. "As a matter of fact, both of them confronted me in order to make sure that the master's birthday would be a festive occasion- although, I'm sure each had their own reasons for doing so."

"I don't doubt it." You laughed as well before resuming your typical stoic expression. "Anyway- back to our original topic- master's birthday." You paused for a moment, in thought before grimacing suddenly and lifting your gaze to meet Sebastian's. "Uh- what exactly makes the master happy, exactly?"

"I haven't a clue the true answer to that," Sebastian admitted, his tone hardened slightly. "But he enjoys eating cake and drinking tea, and he has a penchant for the game of chess."

"Ah. Well, that's rather vague..." You trailed off, racking your brain for anything else Ciel liked to do, but came up with nothing after a few seconds of silence. "Hm- I have an idea. Perhaps we could have the chefs prepare several kinds of cakes, and allow the master to try many varieties. You are right about him being fond of cake- I think he'll find it pleasing. Of course, he'll be made to exercise several times over over the next few days..."

Sebastian opened his mouth to answer- but before he could, the embellished wood door was kicked down, making the both of you startle and turn around to see a rattled Finnian, gasping and appearance disheveled as ever.

Sebastian's crimson eyes widened. "Why, Finnian, whatever happened to you?"

"Why, there you two are! Why do you both keep vanishing?!" Finnian demanded. "But never mind that! There's... there's a bloody rat in the kitchen!" the childlike blonde exclaimed, slumped in the doorway on the door frame, chest heaving. "It's got to be the size of a cat! We tried to have... have Pluto eat it for us, but the dog wouldn't even... wouldn't even go near the thing!"

"A rat? In our kitchen?" you repeated quizzically, narrowing your eyes. "That seems impossible- the kitchens are always kept in top condition."

"Oh, no, Y/N- I'm not trying to say that our kitchen is dirty, no- it must have slipped inside somehow-" Abruptly, Finnian whirled around to face someone outside of the doorway; you and Sebastian were unable to see who it was. "Bardroy! Bardroy, what- Bardroy! Take that monster outside right now! Take it- Bardroy!" And with that, Finnian took off running, soon followed by a sprinting Bardroy, holding something in his hands and racing after Finnian. "Oh, hey, you two! Gotta go!" he called back, tossing you and Sebastian a quick wave before disappearing as well.

Both of you stood there, blinking at the empty space where Finnian had just been in confusion. Finally, you walked briskly towards the door, shut it, and promptly returned to your place in front of Sebastian.

"...right. Anyway, I actually quite relish the cake idea, Y/N- of course, provided there are an equal amount of fruits and vegetables present as well," Sebastian added sharply.

"Oh, of course. Wouldn't want the master falling ill or some sort of thing," you agreed airily. "Obviously, we'll have the master's favorite dish prepared, and have enough so he can eat to his heart's content. Now, since we have covered the food area... let's discuss decoration. Every good party needs suitable decoration."

"Oh, certainly- that was one of the first things Lady Elizabeth brought up during our encounter. If I recall correctly, she stated that the master's favorite color was blue- so that will need to be one of the colors we use when we decorate."

"Yes- the shade of blue that he wears in his usual attire. But of course, the party won't be monochromatic- we shall have to add other colors as well." Bringing up an image in your mind of Ciel's typical outfit, you rattled off the colors you could name. "Black, white, navy blue, gray... hm. It seems a bit dull, don't you think?"

"Perhaps- but I believe we will be able to make it appear pleasing to the eye. Especially since Lady Elizabeth made it clear she intends on helping to decorate."

"She is? Well, that should cover this entire category, then."

Sebastian smiled a little wider. "Lovely. We have taken care of good and decoration- now we should begin discussing entertainme-"

Cutting Sebastian off, the door was once again thrown open, and in burst Mey-Rin, nearly hysterical and babbling unintelligible nonsense. One of the lenses on her round glasses was cracked- and it proved to have an extremely detrimental effect on her vision as she stumbled around like an intoxicated man.

"Y/N! Sebastian! You've got to help me, yes you do! I've been clumsy again and cracked me glasses- oy!" Mey-rin began to topple over, arms flailing like mad as she struggled to see what was going on. Both you and Sebastian were there in a flash, and you each caught one arm just before she faceplanted into the ground. Silently, you brought her to her feet, and she clutched her head as if she was dizzy, still wobbling on her legs and feeling around in front of her for her glasses.

"Mey-rin... you're aware you can remove your glasses at any time, correct? It seems you may need a new pair, as we've said several times-" You began, but were cut off by Mey-rin violently shaking her head, red pigtails flailing. "Oh, no, no, no! The master gave me these and I don't ever intend to replace them! Now if I could only find them-"

"Here you are." Sebastian was suddenly in front of the flustered Mey-rin, holding her spectacles delicately in his gloved hand. Smoothing a loose strand of hair behind the maid's ear, he bent down to meet her eye level, and staring right into her often concealed eyes, he slid her glasses back on her face before straightening back up. "That should do for now- that is, until you can get them repaired. For now, however, I advise you to stay away from the stairs..."

You watched with a slightly arched brow as Mey-rin's cheeks flushed a glowing red before she stumbled back towards the open door, nodding frantically. "Y-yes, of course, Sebastian! Will do! I''ll see you later-" she knocked into the door frame- "and you too, Y/N! Bye-bye!"

"Wait, Mey-rin, please inform your colleagues that we are having a private discussion-" You called after her, not wanting any further interruptions. But Mey-rin was off, her footsteps scurrying down the hallway.

Once the woman was out of earshot, you let out an exasperated sigh and once again reached out to push the door shut. "Goodness. They never seem to stop with their antics, do they?" You chuckled lightly, moving back towards Sebastian. "Mm... now, where were we?"

"We've taken care of decorations... I believe we were talking about entertainment."

"Yes, that's right. Hmm... this will certainly be a tough category to cover. We've established Lord Phantomhive likes chess, but that seems to be his only hobby. And that won't be enough to entertain the guests..."

Sebastian nodded, seeming pensive. "Yes... and course, there will need to be dancing- that is simply not an option. The master rather desperately needs an excuse to brush up on his ballroom dancing skills, and Lady Elizabeth will be quite unhappy if she does not get the chance to dance with Lord Phantomhive."

"Yes, you're right- especially about the part where the master needs to touch up his dancing skills. But people will be expecting to have to dance- what about other things for the guests to do?"

"Most people include games at a party, I know that- but games aren't quite Lord Phantomhive's forte, don't you think? Although there-"

"AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

Suddenly, there was a horribly shrill scream, and seconds later it was followed by a loud BOOM- and having known Bardroy for quite some time, you nor Sebastian needed to question what it was. Surely Bardroy was cooking up a dish that would surely make your taste buds explode with flavor.

You and Sebastian had barely turned to face the door before it was thrown open for what felt like the hundredth time, revealing a soot-covered Finnian and an equally filthy Bardroy, hair formed into an dingy afro. You couldn't even inhale before Finnian burst into his frenetic ramble.

"Bardroy! It was Bardroy's fault! He wouldn't let the rat go- instead, he wanted to kill it himself! Why did you think that was a remotely good idea?"

"Hey-" Bardroy, looking as unapologetic as ever, shrugged coolly with his palms facing up. "- why let good explosives go to waste? The explosion scared away the monster, anyway. That thing couldn't have been a mere rat- consider this a favor."

"A favor?! Bardroy, the kitchen is covered in ash and so are we! This will certainly take hours to clean up! And the master- he'll have our heads for doing this again! Of course-" Finnian gestured wildly towards you and Sebastian- "assuming Sebastian and Y/N don't kill us first! After all, they are Lord Phantomhive's right hand men!"

Completely exhausted now, you waved a hand limply at the two men in the doorway. "Really, I don't care. I'll clean the mess myself later, alright? How about you two see about helping Mey-rin get around- she's cracked her glasses again."

"Oh, she has? Poor thing really loves those spectacles, eh? Alright, that sounds easy enough." Bardroy stood up straight and dusted himself off some. "Alright, you heard the lady- let's go find Mey-rin before she kills herself trying to climb down a staircase." Bardroy took off, leaving a stunned Finnian in the doorway to gape.

"As if you didn't almost kill everyone in this manor ten minutes ago- wait up, Bardroy!" Finnian sprinted after him, a breeze in his wake, providing you and Sebastian a brief modicum of cool air.

"Good god." You slammed the door closed now, thoroughly enervated. "Can't get a moment's peace around here- how are we ever going to keep them out? Obviously, simply asking won't work..." You exhaled loudly and pinched the bridge of your nose.

Sebastian eyed the door from the corner of his eye with mild disdain, edging toward you. "Yes, those three can be quite persistent. In order to keep the master's party as much of a surprise as possible, we will certainly have to come up with a better way to prevent the others from intruding on our conversation."

"I don't see how we're going to do that," you muttered, still staring at the ground with an annoyed expression. "And the master won't be napping for much longer, I'm sure...what a dilemma..."

It was then you became aware of the sensation of gloved hands around your waist, firmly gripping your sides- and Sebastian's lips right by your ear, his chin hovering just above your shoulder. "I believe I may have come up with a solution to our little problem, hm?" The darkly dressed butler whispered gently into your ear, hands beginning to slide up your waist slowly- and suddenly you knew exactly what Sebastian had in mind.

"Sebastian." Your tone was flat, and you made no move to push Sebastian off of you. "You're not saying-"

"I'm afraid this is our only fix," Sebastian interrupted stonily. "If we wish to keep the young Lord's birthday party a surprise, we must prevent those servants from barging in. And I believe this will be most efficient."

You let out a light, exasperated sigh. "Alright- I believe I have your plan in mind. If I'm not mistaken, you want us to sound like we are making love behind this door so that we'll ward off any potential intruders."

"You're quite correct."

"And tell me why we can't simply fake the sounds you're looking for without actually engaging in anything lewd?"

Sebastian smiled and let out a small, rueful chuckle. "Tell me, knowing yourself, would you really be willing to moan for me, Y/N?"

His emphasis on that particular word sent an unexpected wave of heat towards your cheeks, and you quickly masked the slight hitch in your breathing, putting on an expression of defiance.

"I most certainly would not." You folded your arms across your chest with a derisive scoff. "Alright, then. But I don't want this to take too long."

"As you wish, my darling."

Your brow arched at the unfamiliar nickname, but you made no comment as Sebastian smoothly but wordlessly led you to the bed propped beside the large, gleaming window, rays of golden sunlight streaming through the freshly shined glass. And after a few moments of you desperately trying to avoid eye contact while Sebastian stripped you down to your underwear, he gently adjusted your body on the mattress so that he had a full view of your figure, his cunning crimson eyes running down your exposed body as his own hovered above you, his knees outside of your thighs and his face only inches from yours.

"Hm... I cannot help but note that you are really not unattractive, Y/N- I don't know why you always insist on wearing such concealing clothing constantly," Sebastian noted slyly, his trademark smirk widening slightly on his lips.

"You're joking." You snorted a little patronizingly, tilting your head at the demon butler above you. "The master would kill me if I ever came out in something provocative. As his butler, it is simply unprofessional to wear the clothing you speak of. And frankly, I find it a bit distasteful- I'm not fond of showing my body to just anyone."

"So I see." Sebastian replied, expression not wavering. "Mm, I suppose perhaps we should begin before we are interrupted once more, don't you agree?"

"First, you must strip as well."

Sebastian's expression changed abruptly, clearly caught off guard. "Me? Why, Y/N, I couldn't possibly-"

"I did, so yes, you could possibly. I don't want to be the only one exposed here."

Sebastian chuckled as he straightened up and climbed off of the bed, getting to his feet, and you sat up as well. "Self-conscious?"

"Wha- of course not. It's only fair," you countered insistently, fluffing your hair so that it covered your cleavage, your breasts and genitalia covered by no more than a simple matching pair of underwear and a bra- not skimpy, but not necessarily modest either.

Sebastian sighed somewhat endearingly as he gazed down at you. "Well, now, I can't turn down a lady, can I? As you wish."

You nodded, and feeling as if it was appropriate, you turned your head to peer out of the window while Sebastian undressed.

After about a minute, Sebastian cleared his throat and promptly joined you back on the bed, sitting down in front of you neatly as you turned back around to face him, trying to keep your eyes from drifting.

"Much better," you stated, a little too authoritatively. "Now- please, let's hurry this up."

You would never say so out loud, but Sebastian had quite an attractive physique- muscular and toned but not buff, prominent collarbones, and a slim but not bony frame. As for his undergarments, he kept his genitals covered for the time being.

"Well, I can't promise speed, my dear. But what I can promise-" Sebastian leaned in to whisper in your ear- "is satisfaction."

Now you were definitely flushed, and reflexively, your eyes dropped down to your knees- you could literally sense Sebastian's coy smile widen in front of you as your composure wavered slightly.

"Hm... while it isn't my priority, I suppose time is something we should take into account," Sebastian mused, eyes narrowing some as he thought. "I suppose there isn't much time for foreplay, so I hope for your sake that you are already lubricated."

Alright then- that was far more blunt than you'd expected, and you had to fight the urge to cough. Blinking rapidly, you nodded. "I'll be fine. Just do whatever you believe is necessary and we can achieve our goal."

"Yes, of course." Sebastian's eyes instantly fell to your panties as he said this. "I'll be wanting these out of the way first..." he mumbled pensively. Without warning, Sebastian slid a hand around your neck and pushed you back onto the bed so that you were laying down, on display for him as he hooked a long finger around the waistband of your underwear, hand rubbing just above your crotch, and slowly dragged your underwear down your legs, eventually sliding them down your ankles and placing them neatly at the foot of the bed.

You took a shaky breath, watching your stomach rise and fall as the air hit you in between your legs- thankfully, you were wet already. Years ago, you would have certainly been more reserved about this, but you were a Phantomhive butler now- this was merely business, and you were sure Sebastian felt similarly.

Sebastian took his index finger and unexpectedly slid the tip of it down your opening, making you let out a tiny gasp, and he seemed satisfied when he withdrew it and was covered in your slick.

"Lovely- you're wet. And it seems your hygiene is quite good- that smell I am not very fond of seems to be absent."

"I don't believe that is on subject, Sebastian," you snapped, sounding a bit too defensive. Sebastian startled, then fixed you with a seductive stare that probably would have made you stumble had you not been laying down already.

"You're right, I do keep getting distracted. How inconvenient- I do apologize, my dear. I suppose anyone would be impatient by now."

"Impatient? Sebastian, I am not-"

You were immediately cut off when a finger suddenly entered you, eliciting a quiet whimper as the digit began to move slowly and diligently inside of you.

Sebastian leaned down towards you, his lips mere centimeters from yours as he hissed, "Don't get so worked up, darling- alright? You maintain your composure quite well- but today, I believe I'll be the one to shatter it."

You opened your mouth again to protest once more, heart racing, but Sebastian stopped you again when he added a second finger, curled it, and began to pick up the pace.

This time you audibly moaned, wrapping your fingers tightly around the blankets you lay on top of to stop yourself from crying out. You knew that this was nothing more than a professional matter- but the way Sebastian was making you feel was everything short of professional, and the more you tried to bite back your whimpers out of pride, the more they seemed to escape your lips. Sebastian, of course, read your mind, smiling almost sinisterly as his gaze remained locked with yours no matter how much you averted your eyes.

"Ah- that's what we're looking for," Sebastian purred in a tone you had never heard before, a low growl barely audible in his voice. "How lovely- we're off to an early start. Now as long as you make no more attempts to try and speak, I believe this will go rather smoothly, don't you think- my love?"

You only nodded, lips parted as you thrust your hips gently into Sebastian's fingers, more whines absconding from you. A smile that could almost be called evil spread across Sebastian's lips as he gradually began to speed up, his fingers getting drenched in your juices as he lowered his head to kiss softly along the exposed skin of your neck, fingering you relentlessly all the while.

You gasped at the sudden feeling of Sebastian's soft lips on your neck, lifting your chin towards the ceiling to allow him more access as you lifted your arms to wrap them around Sebastian's neck, stroking his hair with your fingertips.

"I must say- I didn't know you were so sensitive, Y/N," Sebastian remarked casually, nipping at your earlobe and drawing a muted squeak from you. "Your demeanor; it's always so cold. I never would have imagined this." Sebastian lifted his head a tiny bit to observe your face as he said this- beautifully flushed around your cheeks, glossy lips parted, eyes unable to focus on one place. "My fingers haven't even left you yet- and I can already feel that they're drenched."

Your legs writhed as Sebastian pushed his fingers further inside you, and all you could manage was a stuttered "Shut- shut up, Sebastian."

He chuckled, apparently not minding you in the slightest. "Oh, my dear- why don't you make me?" He suddenly withdrew his fingers in one swift pull, causing you to arch your back slightly and clench your thighs as you bit down hard on your bottom lip to catch a whine. Cheeks burning, you watched the man sitting above you as he observed his middle and ring fingers, dripping as promised onto the bed, your clear juices lustrous on his hand.

"Now what did I tell you, darling?" Sebastian chuckled self-assuredly, his eyes snapping towards yours. "It's alright- don't look so aggravated. I do have a tendency to make people get like this in bed- but I must say, you've already lasted longer than any other partner I have slept with."

You smiled, sitting up on your knees and letting out a breath- much to the butler in front of you's surprise. "I suppose I'll take that as a compliment- you are also better than any other person I have gone to bed with as well."

Sebastian was clearly a little startled to see that you weren't nearly as flustered as you had seemed only seconds ago, and it gave you a sense of pride to have knocked the man off of his high horse. But he masked it quickly, and instead returned your smile. "Ah- I should have known you weren't going to be so easy to crack.

"The task was to make noise- and that is what I did. You can't possibly think that I would have actually allowed myself to get caught up in the moment." You sighed again, then let your palms drop to your knees, making a sharp slapping sound. "I don't hear anybody passing by- perhaps that means this is proving effective? We should probably continue for a while longer to ensure our privacy."

Sebastian only blinked at you, head cocked in a somewhat curious manner. Then he lifted his head back up with a modest grin. "You impress me more with each day, Y/N."

"Thank you. Now, let's just go ahead and finish up, hm?"

"Yes, let's."

Sebastian's eyes drifted down to your lips, and he took your chin abruptly in his hand, forcing you to look right at him. Your eyes widened questioningly, and Sebastian brought his other hand to your lips, extending his two still wet middle fingers, and spread the slick all over them, making your lips appear even shinier; now you tasted your own self.

"Sebastian-"

You were swiftly cut off by the man himself, one hand coming up to cradle your cheek while the other one slipped around your bare waist to kiss you passionately, and you couldn't stifle the sudden flutter in your stomach as he lowered your body back down towards the bed. You could still taste your own juices as well as Sebastian's lips, and the combined flavor made your head spin a little, as if you had drank a bit too much wine. There was something you couldn't quite decipher about the way Sebastian kissed you, the way his fingers tightened around you more than they had before, and the way you could feel his own sped-up heartbeat drum in tune with yours. Was it truly passion, desire? Was it ego-damage-control, his pride in his own skill pushing him to try and push you over the edge? Or was this only obligation, a business matter, like you'd claimed it to be? Either way, you had never felt like this before when someone kissed you- and it made you feel a little like you were high.

"Your taste is... sweet," you heard Sebastian say; he almost seemed incredulous. "You truly aren't like any other woman I've ever had."

As if from a distance, you heard yourself say, "I could say the same about you, my dear."

It seemed like Sebastian's lips stayed on yours much longer than they should have, his tongue darting out to slip smoothly past your lips to intertwine with your tongue, deepening the kiss even further. You found his taste to be quite mesmerizing itself, and you didn't really want to pull away as you took both sides of his face in your own hands and pressed your body further into his, both your bodies warm as they made contact.

His voice sounded muffled and bleary when he spoke again, whispering softly in your ear, "I'm going to enter you now- please, don't hesitate to tell me if you are uncomfortable at all or in any pain."

You nodded in agreement, thinking that it seemed impossible for you to feel any pain in such a state- but nonetheless, you did feel your walls stretch harrowingly once you felt his tip push into you, making you wince and purse your lips. You'd never felt so full before, and you weren't 100 percent sure if you could take it all once most of Sebastian's length had gently been pushed into your slick entrance.

"Tell me if you are feeling any discomfort, Y/N." Sebastian's voice was firm, his hands around your hips and his body in between your legs.

"Se- Sebastian, I'm alright, really." You assured him, doing your best to cover up the tightness of your face. "I'm not new to this, you know."

"If you're sure," Sebastian replied, expression seeming focused as he began to move back and forth at a slow and steady pace, allowing you to adjust to his size.

You let out a shuddery breath as the discomfort slowly faded into mild pleasure. Sebastian, seeing that you'd adjusted more, began to move a little faster, occasional low grunts emitting from his throat as he did-now he was the one not meeting your gaze. You allowed a quiet moan to leave your lips as you felt his cock move expertly inside of you, your wet walls tightening around him.

"Nngh- Y/N, you're... rather tight- are you sure you're com...comfortable?" Sebastian queried again, his facial features tightened. He was beginning to lose his composure- he hadn't expected this feeling once he entered you. Your insides seemed absolutely perfect for him, and you two came together like a puzzle piece snapping into place. He'd feigned a sound or two when he slept with other women for information to make it seem like he was really interested, but with you he found he didn't have to force a single sound at all, and he was incredulous. Sebastian dared say- you genuinely did feel rather pleasant.

"Yes, I- I'm alright." You too felt your bravado beginning to melt away; he stroked every perfect spot in your body with the rhythmic motions of his hips. "Ple-ease... don't stop."

"Mm... as you wish." Sebastian's hands slid up to your waist, gripping your skin roughly as he maneuvered your body to bring you into him harder, his face beginning to flush ever so slightly. Your breaths grew heavier, quicker as you threw your head back with a much less stifled moan, hair spilling over the edge of the bed. Both of you found yourselves unraveling beneath the other's touch, and within a few more minutes you both were gasping, Sebastian's thrusts far harder than they'd been before and the warmth in your stomach building and building, and you knew your peak was fast approaching- and by how uncharacteristically sloppy Sebastian's thrusts had gotten, you could tell his was, too.

"Oh- fuck, Sebastian, please, don't stop, you feel so-" You let out a cry of ecstasy as you harshly gripped his hands around your waist, back arching off of the violently bouncing bed and making Sebastian groan.

"Ah- mind your profanity," Sebastian gasped, his eyes more turbulent than ever as he stared directly into yours. "We wouldn't want to- to be a poor influence on the master if he happens to hear us."

"Shut u- shut up, Sebastian," you replied, voice shaky, and Sebastian only smirked at you as he continued to pound into you, bringing you both to your climax at last.

"Oh- oh, ah- Sebastian, Sebastian, please, I'm co-"

His reply was breathless and full of desire, his mesmerizing gaze never breaking away from yours. "Nngh- I- I believe I am as well- but where-"

"Don't mess up the sheets- inside me, please," you gasped, chest rising and falling with your frenetic breaths. You felt your hot juices spill from your hole as you let out one final cry of pleasure, legs trembling violently, and Sebastian emitted a throaty groan above you as he came as well, and you instantly felt his seed spill inside of you, your mixed juices only adding to your ecstasy.

It was a good thirty more seconds before you two finally came down from your high, faces glistening with sweat and cheeks pink. Dazed, you felt Sebastian pull out of you, and you pushed off of his hands to sit up straight, lips meeting his parted ones in a sweet closing kiss. You felt his hand leave your waist to cup your chin, kissing you back before you both pulled away, gazes still lingering on the other's lips.

Sebastian only smiled at you like usual for a little bit before his eyes widened, and suddenly he dropped his head beneath your still-open thighs to swipe his tongue over your still dripping entrance, closing his lips around it to catch all of your and his cum before abruptly straightening back up, lips sticky and wet. Flustered, you gaped at him, and he simply cocked his head at you.

"As you stated earlier- we can't allow the sheets to get stained, can we? I can't have you dripping all over the bed clothes, my dear." His smile widened as he watched your face redden, and you narrowed your eyes at him.

"Whatever. Let's just hope our performance was adequate... perhaps we can discuss the master's birthday plans in peace now."

"Yes, let's hope so. Anyway- shall we get dressed? I'll leave if you'd like me to- I wouldn't want to seem improper, watching a lady get dressed."

You cast Sebastian a beseeching glare as you climbed off of the bed and stood up, making him chuckle lightly at your expression. "Well- that'll hardly be necessary, don't you think?"

"Tsk- I suppose you're right." Sebastian stood up as well, tugging at the bed covers to straighten them out. "Perhaps we can talk as we redress? I wouldn't want to lose any time."

"That will be fine," you nodded, bending down to retrieve your top. "So, we were discussing-"

"Did you two have fun in there?"

Both you and Sebastian jerked your heads towards the door, shocked. The voice was...

...none other than Ciel Phantomhive, surely standing outside the thick door with his cane in hand and top hat upon his head, donning his usual unamused stare.

Your eyes widened, not knowing quite what to do- you were naked behind this door with the butler, and outside stood your thirteen-year-old boss. But Sebastian, witty as always, replied mischievously with: "Yes, my Lord, as a matter of fact we did- would you like to hear the details?"

There was silence- then a muttered, barely audible "You're disgusting, Sebastian" before the sound of footsteps receding echoed in the hall.

"My, you are awful." You shook your head in amusement at Sebastian, who did not reply except for a self-satisfied grin. Quietly, you both redressed, and sat down on the bed once more to resume your discussion as if nothing had happened.

Business as usual in the Phantomhive manor.

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"Lucifer, my dearest," you said, gently tugging at his hand, "why don't you join me in bed for a while? The paperwork can wait, and I miss having you close."

He hesitated, his eyes flickering between the remaining paperwork and your earnest gaze. You decided to make your intentions clear and playfully slid onto his lap, straddling him with a mischievous smile.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" he asked, surprise evident in his eyes.

"I'm just ensuring you don't work yourself into exhaustion, my love," you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Come on, just a short break."

Lucifer sighed but allowed himself to relax into the chair, his stern demeanor softening as you settled comfortably on his lap. The warmth of his body beneath you and the shared closeness brought a sense of peace to the quiet room.

"You're quite persistent, aren't you?" he remarked, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Well, when it comes to you, Lucifer, I can be," you teased, resting your head on his shoulder.

As you traced soothing patterns on his back, Lucifer found himself gradually succumbing to the comfort of your presence. The remnants of tension in his shoulders melted away, replaced by a quiet contentment that only your company could provide.

The paperwork was momentarily forgotten as Lucifer allowed himself to enjoy the stolen moments of tranquility with you on his lap. The soft glow of the lamp painted the room in a gentle light, casting a serene ambiance over the pair of you.

"Alright, just for a while," he conceded, running his fingers through your hair. "But only because you insisted, my dearest."

And so, the two of you lingered in the embrace of the night, the paperwork set aside for a brief respite. Lucifer, though still surrounded by the responsibilities of Devildom, found solace in the simple joy of having you close.

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two bros… sitting in the dugout… touching their palms together and comparing hand sizes… this is what baseball is about

He, indeed, hit them

"if i was orpheus i would simply not turn around" yes you would. if you were orpheus and you loved eurydice, you would. to love someone is to turn around. to love someone is to look at them. whichever version of the myth — he hears her stumble, he can't hear her at all, he thinks he's been tricked — he turns around because he loves her. that's why it's a tragedy. because he loves her enough to save her. because he loves her so much he can't save her. because he will always, always turn around. "if i was orpheus i would simply —" you wouldn't be orpheus. you wouldn't be brave enough to walk into the underworld and save the person you love. be serious