God has forsaken

Mun is over 25.

Extremely NSFW Content may be present, including dubcon / noncon situations.

Let me just get it out of the way. Yes, I ship Ciel and Sebastian. (It could even be an AU, where he somehow made it to his twenties.)

And I ship Vincent with Sebastian. (Somehow, if that’s possible in some AU where he either lives / was brought back to life.)

But if you don’t ship any of this, obviously I’m not going to force it.

I’d absolutely okay with just interacting with a Sebastian, platonically.

What I really want is for threads to be as toxic & dark as possible, really. All that powerful build-up / tension, into not-so-good scenarios for my muses.

Hurt my muse.

This is fiction.

Please do not reflect any of this onto me, as a person. I am just wanting to explore very dark topics, as a coping mechanism for myself. Traumatic experiences in my life that I wish to deal with in writing.

I have watched the anime / movie.

This will be purely headcanon based, and maybe I’ll eventually read the manga.

My Portrayal

Ciel:

I portray my Ciel Phantomhive as Non-Binary, with He/Him pronouns, and was born biologically female.

Vincent:

Oddly enough, Sebastian can still sense a soul from the other. A little twisted, perhaps not as delicious as it would have been, but it is still there and the contract is still fully in tact. Even if it wasn’t in tact, given the nature of their relationship…..would Sebastian have taken his leave? 

The demon isn’t quite sure. What he feels for the other man is not love, he’s certain he’s not capable of such an emotion, but there is something there that he can not deny. A fondness of sorts, really. It’s always been that way but something had changed upon adulthood.  There’s more too it now.

Of course. What else did he expect? Ciel is a stubborn man, just as he has always been, so it is up to Sebastian to take matters into his own hands.

“Very well. You have left me no choice.” Swiping up the letter opener, in one swift motion Sebastian drags the knife along his wrist to cut himself before he’s holding his wrist out in front of Ciel’s mouth, blood pouring from the wound, though he is careful to angle his wrist so that it doesn’t make a mess of the desk. “Hurry before it heals.”

    “Sebastian!!?!” Ciel stared at him, an incredulous look on his face, as though he could not believe what just happened. There had been many times where he’s faced several obstacles, some even he wasn’t sure he’d be able to make it out of. Right now, this felt like a marathon was straining on his heart, a weight so heavy he wasn’t certain he’d be able to recover from. The dryness in his throat was too much, and he felt it almost constrict and squeeze, needing that which now dribbled down the other’s wrist.

His resistance was still there, stronger than ever before. He did not want to drink from anyone. Would rather curl up in a hole and die, than to become the same sort of beasts that nearly devoured him whole. Yet, as the seconds ticked by, knowing that this would just repeat over and over, his butler damning himself to be cut up over and over, until he gave into it. Ciel knew he could not resist any longer, as those pure instincts kicked in, and the control he had over himself waned. Within an instant, he stood up, snatched the wrist into his shaking palms, and brought it right up to his lips. The smell was intoxicating, as though it were the finest of wine’s.

    “You idiot!” He muttered a curse, before his tongue flicked out and licked the trail of blood that streaked down the demon’s wrist. Then, before long he was kissing and making his way up to the point of entry. It was embarrassing to do this, cheeks flushing pink, but his mind was buzzing with the need that drove him to continue on. His fangs, just slightly sharper canines of his normal teeth, pierced through the cut, going in deeper on the flesh.

They hit bone, that’s how deep he forced himself down on the other, and he lapped and sucked away at the wound. Lewd sounds were muffled in the back of his throat, and to anyone outside listening in, they’d be thinking this was something completely different. No one dared to interrupt, or stay for long, and the two of them were left alone to their devices. Ciel was pissed that it came to this, but he’d rather it be his demon of a butler, than any of those poor souls out there in his mansion.

@childforsaken​ gets a plotted starter

It’s been a couple of days since that night. Since the hunt for a killer had gone horribly horribly wrong. There were too many of them - he hadn’t been able to get to his master in time and the poor thing had suffered from the consequences.

Vampires.

Truthfully, upon his thousands of years as a demon, he has never encountered an actual vampire before. It’s fascinating to see such a thing. Not that he would have wished vampirism upon his master but how interesting it is to see him try and contain his new nature.

The poor man is starving and Sebastian has seen enough of the misery - if he does not feed soon, Ciel will not make it past these two days. 

Finding the man in his study is easy but the poor thing looks pal and like he’ll pass out at any given moment. There’s a sigh before Sebastian crosses the distance between himself and his master.

Red eyes flitter to the letter opener on the desk, if he does not take his blood, Sebastian suppose he will have no choice but to force the man to take his blood.

“My master…..you need to feed. You can have my blood, if you must.”

Ciel had been taken by surprise, and there had been nothing he could do to stop those beasts from biting him. It would have been preferable he had been mauled to death, but this was something worse, and something that he never would have imagined to befall him. There was the question of his soul, if it was still usable for the demon in his charge, and of how his life was going to be now that he had this terrible affliction.

For days, he tried to stave off the need to drink, and how terribly his throat burned from an unquenchable thirst. There was nothing he could take that would stop it, not water, not wine. Nothing at all. Everything pretty much tasted bitter in his mouth, now, and it made everything that much more horrible for him. He could not even enjoy the sweets brought his way, or the meals at every mealtime. There was just the necks, the veins that presented themselves to his watering mouth, but he would always go off when this feeling came. It was almost uncontrollable, and he did not enjoy losing his composure in front of others. Ever.

So, now he had shut himself in his room, after almost deciding on sinking his teeth into the neck of one of his servants, and it had become way too much to handle. When he heard the voice of his butler, Ciel glanced over and shook his head. “No, Sebastian. That won’t be necessary.” Even with all the years behind him, he still sometimes would feel like the youth this demon had known at the beginning. Right now, his refusal to comply definitely felt like those moments, and he would have laughed it off, were he not in this mood.

    “I will be fine...” He said it, but he was feeling the shakes now, from lack of sustenance.

It’s thrilling, isn’t it? For the both of them, but especially for Sebastian. Having his master right here on the dining table, right in the open where anyone could walk in and see them. He has given each of the staff tasks that will keep them busy for quite so time but there is still that slight chance for them to see the Butler and his Master having their….fun.

The way Ciel covers his mouth with his hand as to not be heard is a slight disappointment - those sounds are like music to his ears, he wants to hear them - not that he can’t with his enhanced hearing but oh, it would be so much better if the other would simply allow himself to be heard. 

Sebastian decides to let it go, for now, there will be plenty of time for him to hear his master’s moans some other time - this is not the only time he plans on having his way with him. As long as Ciel is willing and something tells the demon that Ciel will be very willing.

He tastes delicious -a small taste that he is greedy for, eager to taste more and more. He chuckles lowly against the other as he is called insufferable, and no doubt some other insult - lowly demon, he assumes, but Ciel cuts himself off from the pleasure that spikes up within him.

That’s right, my Master, let go. Enjoy yourself for once.

A little more pressure with his tongue,  the way he licks and swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud would be enough to drive anyone crazy. His fingers pump in and out of the other at a steady pace, one that gets faster once he is sure Ciel can handle it - he’s going to have him reaching that sweet release more than once. “Mmm….you taste delicious, my master. It’s a shame you won’t let me hear you. Enjoy it, my lord. Embrace it.” He purrs as he draws back ever so slightly so he can speak, breath ghosting over his flesh.

This was embarrassing, but more importantly was he concerned with how much of a mess he was honestly making. All from this one’s sinful mouth, and his fingers. Ciel bit hard on his hand, trying to conceal a very loud noise, almost like a squeal tearing from his lips. He was losing his mind, it felt like, and the way this demon was prying him apart would do him in, in no time.

The impending doom was upon him, he knew it! A certain motion of those fingers, and the words that poured onto his heated flesh, made his entire frame seize. His face felt like it would melt right off, as his climax had hit him so suddenly; a rush of adrenaline spiked in his veins, those fingers and his thighs were most definitely drenched. His breaths were coming out hard, and he felt like his limbs were being held in place by the heaviest of weights. There was nothing but clouds in his head, and a soft buzzing of this much-needed high.

After a moment, he found his mind coming back together, slowly and piece by piece. This startling bout of shame hitting him, drastically, and over the fact that he let this happen. Yet, even he could not deny that he absolutely loved every second of it, and he cast a short glance at the other, seeing that pleased face staring back at him. “You’ll never hear me, Sebastian...” He felt like commenting, giving out a challenge that he knew he’d ultimately break over.

It is true that Sebastian can not devour Ciel’s soul just yet - but there is something he can devour. The thought has his lips curling up into a wicked smirk - one he makes sure Ciel can see in order to silently tell him he is up to something. Oh, how he loves hearing those gasps come from his Master. 

Down he goes, along Ciel’s body, mouth moving from his breasts and he’s dragging his tongue down his abdomen. He stops along the way, bringing teeth to bite down upon Ciel’s right hip and mark him there, too. Once again, it draws blood - it simply can not be helped - but the demon laps it up.

His own body is moving to kneel down upon the floor on one knee, his other hand resting upon Ciel’s thigh to ensure he keeps his legs spread apart and then he goes for his prize - leaning forward to drag his tongue along Ciel’s clit (he is careful not to use his teeth this time around) while he slips a finger inside of him, pumping it in and out of him and when he’s sure Ciel is ready - he adds another. 

The other is so wet that it makes Sebastian growl, his own erection presses painfully against his pants but, like a good Butler, he must wait - be patient - have Ciel begging for more before he takes what is his to claim.

Ciel practically keened when he felt those teeth on him again, gripping so hard on the edge of the table, as if bracing himself. It was both painful and pleasant, the way that tongue licked at the small little wound. He knew this was just to infuriate him, had to be, with how many marks the other most definitely planned to leave on him. Right before my party. What a menace!

His eyes widened a bit, once he felt the other’s mouth on him again, and in a spot that was much lower. Though, he was completely here for it, and brought a hand up to cover his mouth, trying to muffle the noise that bubbled out of his throat when he felt those digits now entering his most sensitive parts. The wetness was heard, squelching as another finger was added, and loudly in his ears.

Along with his pulse that was racing, his breaths were coming out in hard pants. There was nothing to stop the sounds trying to escape him, except the palm he was biting hard into. “S--seb-- Damn you! You insufferable-- Lowly-- Ah!” He grit out, moaning his last words with a whine. The pleasure was so intoxicating, but he was so angry that this was happening because of his butler. It shouldn’t be like this, and yet he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Being called disgusting only earns a slight chuckle from the demon. Yes, of course he’s disgusting - he is a demon, after all, and Ciel has seen him at his most vile. Or, near it, anyway. He has yet to see the true extent of just how awful Sebastian could be.

Releasing Ciel’s nipple from his mouth, he glances up at him through glowing red eyes. “Would you prefer if I took some other form, my lord?” He’s only teasing but, who knows, perhaps Ciel does prefer another form. Perhaps something more female? Or perhaps he is just fine with his current form. “Perhaps the form of your Miss Elizabeth?” Oh, now he’s simply being an asshole. 

What can he say? It’s in his nature, after all.

One hand moves to spread Ciel’s legs apart while the other comes up to his teeth, gently grasping the fabric to pull it off and release it from his teeth. It slips from his mouth and onto the floor and his hand wanders, lower, lower until he is rubbing a thumb over Ciel’s clit - barely any pressure but enough to tease and give him a hint of what is to come.

   “...I... - No. Stay as you are...” Ciel could not believe he was bringing her up at a time like this, as if he already didn’t feel some sort of way about all of this. He just had to remind him, didn’t he! The insufferable prick! He didn’t want to think of any of that, but to just be in this moment. His thoughts were pulled away from that as he saw his butler moving to spread him apart, so easily with barely a gestured motion.

It was so much, so much, already! He watched him as he removed one of his gloves, and then his head was resting back on the table with a small thud as those fingers wandered to a place he never really touched, himself. “A-s-sebastian..!” The small gasp left him, body far too sensitive and unknowing in this kind of gentleness.