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Imagine Sherlock dating a dumb and naive reader, like. Sherlock is very smart and hates the stupidity of others, but with the reader Sherlock never admits that she is not smart and gets defensive when someone calls her stupid. Like... This is so cute and Sherlock being overprotective of her
Dumb And Pure
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Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Sherlock Holmes X Dumb/Naive! f!Reader
Summary: His reaction to you being so naive and dumb.
Warnings: Yandere, dark, ddlg, age regression, dom-sub, obsession, possession, manipulating, lying, threatening, taking advantage of the reader's innocence, kidnapped reader, insulting, implying tiny smut
He's a very clever man. He can't stand normal people because no one can match his intelligence. Mostly they say that he's so rude and a real machine. A psychopath, a murderer. But he says he's a high-functioning sociopath. Sentimentality is so unnecessary to him, it won't be helpful to people who are dying in the hospitals after all. Cold-blooded and dangerous. He's a great man and one day, if they're very, very lucky, he might even be a good one.
It's a shock to everyone that such an emotionless man can be obsessed with someone as emotional as you. They thought you were in danger. Who knows what this manipulative man would do to a naive girl who can't protect herself and believe everything. You were a poor toy that fell into the hand of the beast.
When Sherlock first met you, he watches with admiration as you ran away from people and hid. You hide behind a couch and waiting for them to leave. Sherlock smiles at the delight you give him and slowly approaches to you. It was amazing that you tried to avoid him.
He knows instantly that you are very naive. Sometimes you don't understand what he's saying and you look at him confused. When he smiles, you think he's bullying you and you start crying. You are so cute that Sherlock can't believe it. How can such a dumb little girl impress a man like him?
He takes you with him, like adopting a pet. You are so weak to go against him anyway. You believe everything he says and get distracted easily. He takes great pleasure in taking care of you. You can't do anything by yourself and when you want something, you timidly pull his arm. Looking at him with your big, scared eyes.
Spending time with you becomes his favorite activity, even more so than a good murder. He gives you activity books and asks you to do them. When you give the wrong answer, he smiles affectionately and tells you the correct answer. Sometimes when he's talking to you, he uses very complex sentences and you can't catch him. You look at him with your big, curious eyes and tell him "how?" or "I don't undersand". It gives him an intense feeling down there.
Greg comes to his house to check on you regularly. He's sure Sherlock kidnapped you, but when he asks you if you need help, you shake your head and say that Sherlock is protecting you from bad people. No matter how hard he tries, he can't find any evidence that you were held there without consent.
Sherlock knows what Greg and the others are trying to do and they will never win. Greg tells Sherlock that he knows what he's doing and will one day prove it, but he just smiles. He tells you to come to him and takes you in his arms. He softly asks you very simple questions. "Do you love me? Do you want to stay with me? Do you want to go?"
Greg gets angry at your answers and yells. "For God's sake Sherlock, of course she's giving those answers because she's such a stupid girl. You manipulated her into giving those answers."
The moment he calls you stupid, your face drops and you start to cry, burying your head in Sherlock's chest. Oh, Sherlock wants to kill him.
He tells him that he'll sue him if he ever comes to his house with false accusations again. He insults his and the rest of the world's poor brains in various ways and kicks him out. No one can insult your mind. You are purer and more innocent than anyone else. He has never met someone as sweet and needy as you in his life.
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Pairings: Yandere/Dark/Daddy! Sherlock Holmes X Age Regressed/Little! f!Reader
Summary: You're flatmates with Sherlock for some reason. No one knows why he chose you. And your sleeping problems give him an excellent opportunity to to get closer to you than ever before.
Warnings: Dub-con, smut, +18, slightly oral (licking female part), orgasm (both receiver), cumming inside, loss of virginity, slight blood, (forced) age regression, ddlg, daddy-kink, age regressed/little/sub! reader, daddy/dom! Sherlock, yandere, dark, manipulation, anxiety, insomnia, pointing a gun, drugged reader, bottle-feeding, tracking of water intake, dirty talk, smacking on the butt, praise kink, breeding kink, degradation kink, obsessive, possessive (Stay away if it's triggering for you. I'm not responsible for your ignoration, please don't cry on my inbox. Keep scrolling.)
You haven't slept well since the day you lived with Sherlock. It wasn't because of his messy routine, you were already staying in the bedroom upstairs. It was because of your worries, fears and reasons you didn't know, you've never been able to sleep well. Usually during the day you would try to sleep on the sofa or Sherlock's armchair. It was easier to get some sleep during the day as opposed to not being able to sleep at night.
Sherlock didn't object that you curled up in his armchair like a cat. However people who saw you there warned you that Sherlock was so grumpy about it and didn't want anyone in his seat. Once you wanted to get up but he grabbed your shoulder and stopped you. He asked the person speaking to you to leave with an attitude that you thought was pretty rude, but which he described as polite.
When you laid down on the sofa, he always covered you with a blanket and asked if you were okay. You told him you were just sleepy. He was always attentive and caring towards you. He kissed your head and stroked your hair. Then he went to get you some water. He made sure you drank eight glasses a day. It was strange that he tracked your water drinking, but when you asked him about it, he told you about the terrible harms of dehydration and you were so scared that you never questioned him again.
And when you curled up in his armchair, he would still cover you with a blanket and bring you some water, but there was more. You noticed that he often looked at you while he spent time in the kitchen with his experiments. Every time you looked in that direction, you met his eyes. Like it was a pleasure for him to see you his seat. And a few times when you woke up, you saw him sitting on the opposite armchair watching you. He wasn't doing anything. His legs were crossed and he was looking at you with his hands brought on his lips. This scared you and you jumped, but he didn't move. He told you to keep sleeping, he was just thinking. Again, you didn't question because he was Sherlock Holmes. He was the man with unexpected behaviours.
Sometimes you'd sit on one of the chairs in the kitchen and bury your head on the table and fall asleep. Each time Sherlock would carefully pick you up and take you to the sofa. He had taken you to his bedroom as well, but when he saw that you couldn't sleep, he let you sleep in the living room. Being in a place where everyone could enter, or to be more clear, at a time when no one was sleeping, made you feel safe and you could sleep in this way. But the bedroom was a place where you were alone, where all your worries and fears gathered.
Seemed like Sherlock could read your mind. He never forced you to sleep in his bedroom. When you wanted to sleep in the living room, he was understanding, even being very harsh to those who made a single noise. Once, while you were asleep, Greg came in, yelling. You literally jumped in fear and looked around. You saw Sherlock sitting on the opposite seat and watching you in his classic position. His features tensed as he focused on your tear-filled eyes and trembling lips. You didn't expect him to point a gun to Greg's head when he stood up in a rage. Greg backed up with his hands up, yelling what the hell he was doing. Sherlock just kept pointing the gun and threw him out. "She was sleeping and you scared her."
You didn't know if he didn't considered how frightening his action could be to you or if he simply didn't care, but the threatening sight of him holding a gun to Greg's head made you cry so hard that day. When he tried to get closer to you, you pulled the blanket over your face and shivered, begging him to stop. He constantly told you how much he cared about you, that he would never hurt you. He explained that Greg was already the picture of headache by birth and was also a detective, so guns were very workaday. He said even if it was Greg's head, holding a gun to someone's head was actually very normal among them. It affected you because you barely saw a gun in your life and you had no idea how to defend yourself. Extremely fragile and helpless. Needs someone's protection. He especially insisted on that opinion.
You finally agreed with what he said and let him come near you. He was careful to be slow, though, and leaned over your face, never taking his eyes off yours. His sharp blue eyes and sharp gaze drew you in, but also gave you chills. You looked at him like hypnotized and couldn't think of anything. You shivered and jumped as he gently touched your head. To reassure you that there was nothing to be afraid of, he shushed you and caressed your hair.
As time passed, he became more caring and closer to you. At some point you stopped questioning why he was doing this because it became his right. He took care of every detail about you, asserting your safety and health, and you couldn't actually see how he spread into your life like a spider web. He has surrounded you everywhere, made you unable to do anything without him. You were already very sensitive and vulnerable mentally. He knew that. He knew everything about you. You were so obvious, even more than an open book. And he took advantage of this.
"Come here, baby. I want you to drink this slowly." Sherlock sat next to you with a bottle in his hand and held it out for you to check. He stared at you with those eyes that you thought were almost scary, and waited for your reaction. You looked at him in surprise, then at the bottle between his long fingers. Anxious, you took it and supported it with both hands, staring at the white liquid inside. He's been calling you by nicknames lately. My little baby was one of them. He didn't say anything when you asked why. He just shook his head and smiled a little.
"What is this?" You slowly spun the heavy bottle in your hand. To figure out what it was, you brought the tip close to your nose and sniffed. Was it milk?The bottle was warm.You rocked it up and down and whimpered a little. It was a heavy bottle. You looked at Sherlock for the answer. He watched your interaction with the bottle with interest. He had one arm behind you and the other was leaning on his knee, looking at you. It was impossible to know what was going on behind those mysterious eyes.
"Milk. Hot milk. It'll help you to sleep." He slowly took the bottle from your hands and shook it a little. You didn't know what to do when he didn't take his eyes off you so you lowered your head. But you could still feel him keep starinf at you. He gently placed his fingers on your chin and turned your head towards him.
"Sit on my lap." His voice was soft, but his demand was firm. Your mouth opened slightly and your lips trembled. He could see your confusion and hesitation. To help, he grabbed your waist and placed you easily on one of his tights. He wrapped his arm around your back and held your arm. "It's okay."
When he brought the bottle to your mouth, you turned your head and protested, placing your hands on his chest. Why did he want to bottle feed you? Was it one of his experiments? "No, I don't understand why."
Your discomfort was visible. You were nervous, maybe a little scared. You needed reassurance, obvious. "You think bottle feeding is wrong, someone wanting to feed you is wrong, you're not a baby after all, are you? Your body is grown-up. You have to take care of the grown-up things, you have to do what they do. Society expects this from you and you torture yourself for years because of it. You don't want help, you're dealing with things that are definitely too tiring for you and that absolutely you don't need to concern. Just because of the misperceptions imposed by the toxic and idiot society.
But it isn't wrong for someone to take care of you, it isn't wrong to give yourself to someone. Because when I look at you, I see exactly what you need, what you really want. I know how lonely and needy you are, from the first day I met you. You acted like a grown-up but you were actually so scared that if I had pushed you a little, I could've easily made you cry." He laughed in excitement but then got serious again.
"Your family, most likely. A little girl who didn't get the attention, love and care she needed. She was forced to be an adult and now, like a lost kitten on the streets, she craves to be adopted. The truth you can't accept is, my little baby, that I am the adult here. And you're just a poor little baby dying to cry. "
After he finished, you just stared at each other for a few seconds. And just like he said, your eyes filled with tears. You started crying no matter how hard you tried to hold yourself. Sherlock Holmes who sees through everyone, of course, saw yours most easily. He knew everything about you from the very beginning. He pulled you and pressed you against his chest. Who knows how long he listened to your sobbing.
"You're not alone, let me take care of you." Your breaking point was that day. After he calmed your cries, you let him feed you. He often took the bottle from your mouth, wiped the tears from your cheeks, and asked if you were okay. Both to find out your emotional state and to make sure you were not trying to drink too much. He didn't wanted you to choke on. He often reminded you to take slow, small sips.
After you finished the milk, he took you in his arms and carried you to his bedroom. He carefully put you on his bed and covered you with the duvet. Then he laid next to you and hugged you. "Try to get some sleep, baby. I'm here."
You let out a whimper as you moved uncomfortably. You were having a hard time comprehending the situation and were afraid to give yourself to him, that was all. But Sherlock would help you. You soon felt sleepy. Your body relaxed as your eyelids closed and your head rested on his chest. Was it because of that milk? It had a strange sweet taste in it. Sherlock was right, it helped you to fall asleep.
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When you woke up, you felt more helpless than ever before. So emotional, so needy... You wanted Sherlock. You wanted to hug him and cry. Did Sherlock really bring out the feelings you buried inside? You couldn't think like you used to, you couldn't understand anything. As if your ability to comprehend what was going on around you and to think sensible had disappeared. You needed him so badly to guide you.
"Sherlock?" You whimpered in a low voice. There was only you in the room. It was evening, so the room was dark, but the table lamp was on. For some reason, waking up alone in his dark room and not being able to find him scared you. You started to cry as you sat down and called out to him over and over.
Within seconds he was in the room and was seated next to you. He pulled you to his chest and stroked your hair. He rocked back and forth as he placed his chin on your head. "Shh, I'm here. I'm here."
You fidgeted around him. You grabbed his arms, hit his chest, pulled his shirt, rested your head against his shoulder, wrapped your legs around him, rubbed yourself against his... not on purpose, of course. You just wanted him. Like a little cat in need of attention. But you liked the feeling you got.
"Don't leave me alone." You sobbed. He apologized to you many times and kissed your head. His body tensed from your wiggles, and his grip tightened. He pressed you much more to himself as you jumped a little on his lap for his attention. "How are you?" He ran his hand down back of your neck and followed your curve. With a shiver, your waist arched and you pressed your breasts on his chest. He could feel your round, lovely breasts and your hard nipples.
You easily forgave him and your attention was quickly distracted by his question. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you think about how you felt. He caressed your back and stretched the back of your tiny dress he had put on you while you sleep. You didn't even know what you were wearing. "I well sleep-" You struggled to make sentences. You were in an even weirder state than when you woke up. Difficulty speaking scared you, but you tended to forget that often.
"Good girl. Good little baby." His compliments took you out of your discomfort and quickly made you happy. You jumped on his lap and rubbed yourself against him to show your joy. Whatever was in his pocket seemed to become more noticeable as you moved. You could feel it under your tight panties and you loved that feeling.
He let out a hoarse groan and pressed you tight against him. It caused the thing in his pocket to sink deeper into your soft and sensitive part. It was much harder than before. He pressed his lips to your neck and inhaled your scent. "You're such a good girl."
You raised your arms and laughed. His hands caressed you from your waist to your arms. Part of his palm rubbed against your soft breasts. "Mmh, my baby's so happy." He smiled and laid you down and got on top of you. You chuckled and pushed his chest, but he fixed your legs at his waist and rubbed himself against your soft skin. You wanted more as the strange sensations between your legs were getting bigger and bigger. āSherā¦ā he shushed you when you were about to moan his name. "Call me daddy. I'm your daddy now, and you're my little baby."
"Okay daddy." You couldn't remember what you wanted to say to him, it felt so good where he rubbed. You closed your eyes and opened your mouth, throwing your head back. You felt his fingers on your neck and shoulder. He dropped the dress off your shoulders and revealed your breasts.
"Do you like it?" His deep voice made you tremble. He grabbed your soft butt and kept rubbing himself up and down. You wetted not only your panties but his pants as well.
You nodded and moaned in response, but he stopped and gave you a soft smack on the butt. You turned your face to him, which looked like was about to cry. He smiled and leaned over to kissed your cheek. He pulled your hair from your ears and whispered into your ear, his breath was hot. "Yes daddy."
Your sensitive body and emotions made you dizzy. You felt Sherlock's big hands kneading your breasts as tears rolled down your cheeks. You sobbed as he gently rubbed your nipples. "Yes daddy."
He wiped your cheeks with his thumb and calmed you down. "Shh, don't cry. Wanna apologize to your daddy?"
"Yes daddy!" You nodded eagerly and bit your lower lip. He smiled and pulled the dress to your belly, revealing your beautiful skin even more. After giving your legs for you to hold, he got naked, with watching your seductive breasts showing between your legs and your presented fluffy pussy under your wet penties. Your gaze was so pure, so innocent. You couldn't think, you just needed him. Just as he wanted.
You gasped when you saw his hard cock. It was huge! How could this be possible? He stroked himself, not taking his eyes off for a moment, from your face that was looking at his cock in confusion. The fact that his cock had caught your attention so much triggered his twisted feelings even more. "Daddy needs your help."
"Hurt?" You pointed your finger at it, trembling. He slowly pulled your panties off and watched with delight as your sticky juice stretched out of your pussy. "Daddy's dick craves for your little cunt. You're going to help me, right? Don't you want your daddy to feel good?"
"Yes, yes daddy! I help.." To taste your pussy, he stuck out his tongue and licked your clit slowly. His hot tongue you scream in joy. You were so soft and so sensitive, perfect. Your stomach tightened and you dripped more juice. He took your legs from you and bent over them, placing them as high as he could on either side of your head. Your breasts gave him a perfect view between your legs, your sweet pussy was dripping onto his bed, waiting to hug him. Your mouth was open and your eyes were lost. Oh, you were just like a doll.
"Do you trust me?" As much as you wanted him to touch you and wanted to help him, he knew you were scared. It was hard for you to believe the idea that you would enjoy taking something huge, he knew that. And he knew it would hurt a lot. But he needed you like crazy.
"Yes daddy." You whispered in fear. He kissed your lips and slowly pushed himself. It hurt so much as he forced your tight little walls to welcome him. You screamed and begged him to stop but he pushed himself a little more. "So tight, fuck."
"Daddy, please!" You sobbed so hard, your walls clenched around him like crazy.
"You make me feel so good baby." He moaned and closed his eyes for a moment. Your clenches made him thob over and over again. He knew you were in pain, he knew you were scared but you made him feel so good.
"Daddy!" You screamed with all your might. Trying to gather his high mind, Sherlock apologized to you and pulled his cock out. He tried to calm you down for a while. He kissed your cheeks, licked your tears, sucked your neck and nipples. He rubbed your clit so you wouldn't feel the pain. And meanwhile, he constantly praised you.
"You're such a good girl."
"I'm so proud of you."
"It won't always hurt like this, it's your first time."
"Do you trust your daddy?"
Yes, you trusted him. You loved him. And you let him to do that again. He thanked you for letting him and pushed himself again. Your screams filled the entire room, even the entire flat. Fortunately, Mrs Hudson wasn't at home. Even if she was, nothing would change. Sherlock would keep fucking you with passion anyway.
You bled a little. It mixed with your juice and dripped onto his bed. He never stopped stroking your clit as he thrusted deeper each time. "You're doing so great, baby. I'm so proud of you." He kept his slow pace for a long time, waiting for you to get used to him. As time passed, he felt you relaxed around him, and he increased his speed a little more.
"Daddy..." You sobbed and looked into his eyes. You looked so cute that he thrusted so hard and made you scream.
"I'm so sorry, babygirl. You're just so beautiful." He kissed your trembling lips.
"Beautiful?" You asked innocently and moaned when he hit your sweet spot. He smiled.
"Yeah, the most beautiful and obedient girl ever." He thrusted your sweet spot a few more times and made you smile. "Guess the pain is gone?"
You nodded and closed your eyes but he smacked your butt. "Words." He warned you sternly.
Scared, you opened your eyes and looked at his stern face. You whispered as tears filled your eyes. "Yes daddy. I'm sorry, I forgot."
He hit your sweet spot multiple times, making you moan. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth parted. "It's okay, babygirl. Don't cry."
He straightened himself up a little and placed your legs over his shoulders. Grabbing your soft waist, he pushed himself hard inside you. The feeling of fullness you felt inside and the intense sensitivity between your legs was perfect. You felt something was about to happen. "Daddy, I-" You didn't know how to say this, but he knew.
"I know, baby. Me too." He pressed your legs against himself and burried himself deep inside with hard thrusts. Your breasts bounced up and down with each of his thrust. Your voice shook, making your moans even more seductive. He stopped rubbing your clit and focused on your sweet spot. He was about to cum, but he wanted you to cum first.
He pulled your legs off his shoulders and sat you on his lap. He grabbed your waist and gently bounced you on his lap. You put your arms around his neck and moaned. He made you feel so good. The way he wrapped his arms around you, his endless praises he showered on you, everything was just too much. Your stomach cliched.
"Yeah..." Sherlock didn't know how long he could resist the feeling of your tight little walls. "I need you to cum." He whispered. "Cum for your daddy." He caressed himself hard on your sweet spot, trying not to cum. "Cum for me."
You were so close to something, but you didn't know what it was. You were dizzy and your eyes were a little blurry. A tickling sensation took over your stomach for a short while, then your whole body tightened. Your back arched as much as possible and you couldn't stop your shaking when you felt like you were exploded. You sent strong spasms around his cock and made him cum instantly. The way you milked his cock made him growl. He sucked your neck and whispered so many filthy things.
"My fuckdoll. Take my cum."
"You're my cumslut."
"You're my dumb little cumslut."
You should've cried because he was being so wild to you, but you liked that he wanted you so much and had such intense feelings for you. You liked being owned by him.
He laid you down on the bed and kissed your lips. Then he slowly pulled out his cock and stared with satisfaction at his thick cum dripping out of your used little hole. You finally became his little babydoll.
He took you in his arms and carried you to the bathroom. After washing your delicate body gently and quickly, he dressed you in clean clothes. He quickly changed the sheets, laid you on the bed and covered the duvet over you. "I'll be with you in ten minutes okay?"
"Okay daddy." You nodded and rubbed your eyes, clearly sleepy. He smiled and patted your head.
I love that I still get notifications from this blog even though itās been years since posting. Thank you so much to everyone who has engaged with or read my work, it truly means the world and Iām glad I could make content that brings you joy. A lot of things in my life have changed since I first made this blog, I graduated, Iāve been married for three years, and Iām still working on my dream to being a writer some day. So to those of you that still engage with this account in anyway or still follow me, thank you. It truly warms my heart. I want to really focus my energy back into writing and honing my skills, so hopefully this isnāt my last post for the next few years lol. Iām going to really try to make a commitment to answer some of these requests that have been sitting in my folder for years.
Hey everyone! Sorry for the lack of content these past few days, Iāll try to start doing requests as soon as the business settles down, Iāve just had a lot on my plate and Iām starting school back up this Wednesday. Yikes!Ā
Anyways, I actually was wondering if you guys could help me with something! Iām trying to plan some cosplays since I havenāt done them in a few years because I felt embarrassed about it. But Iām not anymore! I love cosplay.Ā
Do you guys have any ideas of who I should cosplay as?
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Hello! I'm sorry to bother you, but I have a question regarding what I can request. Can you request love letters, or are they exclusive to some specific requirement? Thank you
Nope, not at all! Love letters are pretty much up to you. Some people like to write a letter to said character and I reply as that character, or you can just sayĀ ālove letter from ___ā for example. So itās really up to whether or not you want a letter thatās extremely specific (like a response to a question or statement you have) or if you just want a letter from said character. Hope that answers your question!
I'm not even gonna apologise for this: can I get a love letter from our beautiful demon Sebastian Asshole Michaelis? Thank youuuuu, and best of luck with character letters!! š
Thank you, love!! Iām still learning and trying to get a hang of them ā but it was so much fun to write!! Since Iāve followed your blog for a great deal of time, Iāve been able to see what type of person you are (and what Sebastian would view you as in my opinion) so I incorporated that into the letter!! I hope you like it!! Sorry if itās not super in character, I tried my bestĀ To the Light in my Darkness,
Erika
In most cases, it would be very rare for a demon like myself to find the time to write a letter to a human. But as always, you are an exception to the case, as I would not mind wasting all hours of the day writing to you. However, with my Young Master, he would not like that. So, Iāve had comprise all my heartfelt words into one letter. Though, donāt not mistake it, Erika, you deserve a book. After glancing over your blog, witnessing all the time and effort you put into your writings, I also found some details about you that you have seemed to fail to tell me. Though I do not want you to divulge everything to me, as I understand private things need private, I want you to keep me in the know. You do matter that much to me. No matter how busy, I will care to listen to your words, your sorrows, frustrations and all.
Back to the subject at hand, I see that University is starting up again for you in the near future? And you passed your first year of University with little trouble? Take this as the utmost highest of praises, my love, you make me proud. But with this coming year of school, do not falter to ask me for help. I promise I am skilled at many of subjects, and can do a lot of good to help earn you high marks. But then again, that is only if you need it. And knowing your own intellect, I doubt you will. You are a capable young woman, after all. One of the many reasons Iām so fond of you.
Of the many things Iām fond of about you, is your understanding of people. Rarelyā well, I should say never, I see you respond to anyone with any bit of negativity. I donāt do that much either, but that is because a dignified Phantomhive butler must hold his tongue. Somehow I doubt itās not the same for you. You have a kindness for people many are lacking. I take a lot of stock and love into that.
Though, one thing I do find quiteā¦ well, silly about you, is your love for these dramatic television shows. I have to deal with these own dramatic displays within the manor nearly everyday. Both from the Young Master, and as you probably presumed, the servants. However, despite my lack of knowledge on why you enjoy such things, in the near future, Iāll join you in watching them. I want to do all I can to keep that shining smile on your face always. You have brought out the happiness in a demon such as I; so I must return the favor in some ways.
If not tuning into whatever youād like, perhaps we can take a stroll and discuss your thoughts. You have such a wild imagination and love for the impossible ā something most people lack. And Iād love to be able to hear all your little ideas and scenarios that are cooped up in your mind. In return, I can fill you in on the stories of my past, the people Iāve seen, the cultures, and you can settle with hearing them until I can show you some of it. After all, anything for you, Erika.
As much as Iād love to continue filling pages about all Iād like to do with you, all Iād like to chat about ā I have to attend to my duties as a Butler. First and foremost, a gentleman must do his job. A man lacking in that would never be fit for a wonder like you. Iāll be seeing you soon, my dear.
@fandomsimaginationstation OMGOMGOMGOMG thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!! Iām tearing up, genuinely. This is so beautiful, so in character, that my demonās voice was in my head as I read this. Thank you so, so much for putting so much time and effort into this. Itās a stunning work of art and words have failed me. Thank you.
Awh THANK YOU! Iām so glad to hear that it made you happy! That was the whole goal of the letters and Iām glad I was in character for it because Iām 100% sure this is exactly how Sebastian would feel about you. <3 :)
I wish people wrote more imagines 4 Claude but some of the fic writers Iāve seen have called him abusive and disgusting but ?? I donāt see him like that ?? Like yeah heās essentially Satan but I think if Claude ever got around to having a lover, he may be distant and have mess ups, but I think heād be a really sarcastic and funny person to live with and youād have to come to love all his cute lil quirks, tap dancing and making doilies and all AND I WISH other fic writers wrote about him :(Ā
like donāt get me wrong
Claude is not a nice or good personĀ
BUT HEāS AN INTERESTING CHARACTER AND SURE DESERVED A LOT MORE ATTENTION THAN HE GOT ???
I know! Youāre absolutely right! Itās always a little disappointing because not only are Claude fics rare, but then when you start reading it and it depicts him as a monster and youāre just likeĀ āoh.ā
Hey everyone, thanks for sending in your ships and matchups! Iāve had an influx of over 30 matchup requests just over this week alone - and while I do love writing them, I want my blog to be more than just being a matchmaker. Thank you for requesting them, it makes me feel very loved & appreciated. But for now Iāll be closing them until further notice. PLEASE feel free to keep requesting scenarios and headcanons though, I do love writing them!
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Dearest Sebastian, I would say that I hope you are in good health but we both know that, with rare exception, your facilities are always in impeccable shape. Therefore, I wish that you find yourself amused and in good spirits, unlike me, as I am feeling lonely and under the weather. I am writing to inform you of my infatuation with you and your abilities, and admire the work you put into maintaining the manor - you truly are a paragon butler. I love you, and think of you always. Love, Cat <3
To my sweet Cat,
Despite the fact I always seem to be keeping a rather up to par state of being, I appreciate your sweet sentiment nonetheless. I work hard to keep things in āimpeccable shapeā, as you so kindly have called it, so the recognition is very much so appreciated. At the moment, I must admit I am quite in the happiest of spirits a demon like me can be, you see, because I have received such a kind and well thought out letter. While most people can claim to care for me, based on the very superficial way humans see things, they hardly take the times to write me letters as lovely as this. Cat, you taking the time out of your precious day to talk to a lowly butler like me means much. Simply, I am only putting in the work that I must, but you taking the time to compliment me and see the graces I put in, shows the kind of person you are. And I applaud and care for you in that factor. Truly, thank you.
Now, what is it you say about feeling lonely? My dear, I can only express to you how deeply that saddens me to hear that. Your somber feelings I would be quick to aid if I were currently present, insisting on wrapping you in some blankets and telling you any stories or information you wish to know. I, personally, would like to help assist your feelings of sadness in anyway I can. This realm is a very unfortunate one at that, and rarely do people recognize a good thing when they see one. That good thing is you. As much as I am sad to hear your feelings of loneliness, I assure you, they are the ones missing out. Not you, my dear. Not you. You deserve much better company than those who are choosing to reject you. Seeing the kindness you have, even taking time out of the day to write to a butler such as I, shows me you deserve the loving company of others. When I am able to get some free time out of the manor, not doing my butler duties, I will try to come and see you, in order to cheer you up some.
To hear your sweet words of love for me was quite a shock, to know that a demon as I can be loved by you, Cat. I return your feelings with much fervor, and hope to one day show you that. Thinking of you would be an understatement on my part, my love, as I myself am consumed with the thoughts of you as I attend to my Lordās errands. I am driving myself mad with all I wish to tell you. Thank you, mālady, for writing to me and taking your precious time to observe my activities and work I put in. Very few are able to recognize that. Your kindness will go unnoticed by me. Just as you appreciate me, I return that sentiment, hoping youāre able to realize the very lengths Iād go to help you realize that. I hope this aids your loneliness some, and that soon youāll be hearing my voice rather than reading my letter.
As much love as a black heart can hold, Sebastian Michaelis
Branching off that last Seb ask, about the shelter cats, what are some of your headcanons if all the cats on the Phantomhive estate loved his S/O more than him? To make it worse his S/O is a dog person. (Cats are a close second though.)
I hope this isnāt out of character. This request was really fun to do, hope ya like it!š¼ Ā In the beginning, Sebastian would be very excited that his little kitties have taken to them so well. He would smile happily, giving them a look of what could only be deemed as success.
š¼ He would think of the kitties as their own little family, since he doubted the two of you ever would be able to have one, him being a demon and all.
š¼ But when they began to ignore him and trail behind Y/N, he became a bit jealous.
š¼ Sebastian tried to rationalize that they werenāt doing it because they liked you more. No, no, they were his cats. He was their master who loved them dearly. They were just following them because Y/N was new to them, and they were curious.
š¼ But when the days went on and the cats still ran to them any chance they got, he would frown. He was confused why this was happening.
š¼ He immersed himself into giving them endless attention, almost smothering them in it as a means of trying to convince them to ālove him again.ā
š¼ Sebastian even bought loads of toys and insisted on Y/N ātaking a break from the catsā as he didnāt want them to quote on quote, āget tired of them.ā
š¼ But Y/N got suspicious of Sebastian. Had Sebastian been getting annoyed by them? Had they done something wrong? Y/N soon confronted the worried demon.
š¼ Sebastian sadly admitted what was troubling his brain. He explained the sadness over the cats no ālonger liking him anymoreā and that āY/N better just take them.ā Y/N then was very insistent that they did not want all those cats he kept, explaining they were much more of a dog person.
š¼ To Sebastian, that just made matters worse! Itās not like Y/N was even a cat expert. But the cats still liked them better.
š¼ Y/N found it quite cute a demon like him was so upset over this. They explained that soon the cats would be back to loving and needing all over him all the time, and that Y/N was just a new friend to them, and thatās why they did it.
š¼ That made the cat loving demon feel much better. He was grateful for his cats. But more importantly, he was grateful for you.
hi can i have a gotham matchup please? I am a bi girl, and an intp/infp. I like learning and reading about philosophy, literature, physics, psychology, folklore, and mythology. In a partner I like kindness, intelligence, and affection. My favourite time of day is the early morning between 3-6 am. I like swimming, space, the ocean, and walking in nature. I am observant, affectionate, and curious but also I overthink, I can be too diplomatic/distracted/sensitive/reserved/indecisive. Thank you!
I ship you withā¦ James Gordon!
Jim would appreciate your desire to learn and grow a whole lot. Rarely does he find people who care about knowledge or understand the importance of it, but to see you studying these subjects would be something that truly intrigued him. He is surrounded by officers who donāt care to actually try and instead rely on the fact theyāll get a paycheck every two weeks, not thinking about how much they can learn from each experience. He loves that you can.
While James can be hard headed and stern, he certainly has compassion. Heās exactly the kind of person youād be able to vent to, as heād try to actually listen. He loves that you seek out kind individuals as he does the same. Not to mention, Gordon is very smart and would let you in on the cases. Heād give a stern little comment about how itās āStrict police business,ā but heād be quick to hear your own thoughts and opinions on who the perp could be, as he sees you as you are; a brilliant girl.
Jim likes that you enjoy the early mornings, as lord knows the amount of all nighters he has. So for you to be by his side during that time would be very helpful to him. He could hold you close and talk to you about everything under the moon, whether that be his vents about the tough cases or how he wants to make Gotham a better place. A better place for you, specifically. Because in his words, āYou deserve it more than anyone.ā
He enjoys your adventurous activities and when not busy with the GCPD, would join you in your strolls through nature, listening to the sounds of the world. Swimming with you also would be another activity he enjoyed, finding it to be a good way to keep his mind off the tough things within the world. You help him greatly by being there to do those fun things you love with him.
He enjoys your affectionate side, and while it startles him sometimes, he thinks it to be rather cute. When you two do get to share a bed, heāll hold you close and run his fingers through your hand and down your sides, whispering loving things to you, just so you know how much he truly appreciates you. Your sensitivity wouldnāt bother him at all, and if he even overstepped the line heād be quick to apologize and comfort you.
May I get a matchup for Black Butler and Vampire Knight please? I have long jet black hair and hazel/green eyes as well as very fair and pale skin. When first meeting me, I may come off as a bit stoic or awkward due to bad social anxiety. But I warm up. Around those who know me, I tend to be very playful and even childish most times, though I tend to have a dark sense of humor. I am the "mom" type of friend as I'm very protective and genuinely enjoy taking care of others. I love art and anime
I ship you withā¦ Alois Trancy!
Your more awkward tendencies did not bother the Trancy boy at all. In fact, he found it to be rather cute if anything. He appreciated the fact you could be a bit more keep to yourself, as it made him far more intrigued to find out more about you. Alois seems to enjoy that the more he gets to know you, the more bits and pieces he has to appreciate. He sees you as a bit of puzzle in the beginning, unraveling the pieces by pushing you to expose yourself more and more to him. The more he gets to know you, the more he has to love. Besides, Alois is an extrovert through and through, he has no problem making the first moves.
Your anxiety was something that had surprised him, as it was not something he was aware of. While he is very bad at handling emotions, heāll find little things to help you with it. Whether that be curling up next to you, humming little songs as he lays his head next to yours, talking to you help calm the thoughts swarming in your brain. He wishes he was better at it, but heāll make sure Claude finds out ways to help with anxiety so he knows how to help you cope. Heāll make you hot tea hold you as you cry. Heāll practice breathing exercises with you when you have a panic attack, and while it terrifies him and he has to exhaust his frustration elsewhere (because heās so angry you have to be put through this) he never blames you for it. Because he knows you canāt help it.
He loves your more playful side, finding it to be very attractive and fun. Heāll drag you around doing childish things most people loathe, whether that be sitting down and watching your favorite animes, or kissing your cheek as the two of you dress up in the endless clothes he made Claude gather. Heāll drag you to do fun things and heāll enjoy every moment of seeing you smile. He hopes you enjoy spending these little moments with him. Heāll need reassurance that you do, and heāll need you to always assure him that you love him. The same heāll do for you.
Your dark sense of humor proved to shock him at times, his eyes widening and him shooting you a look of āwhat does that even mean?ā before comprehending that it was a joke and what you meant by it, and then heād burst into a fit of laughter. Itād be hard to drag him up after the floor after he finally understands your more dark jokes, as he can see why theyāre so funny.
Your protective and motherly nature is exactly what Alois needs. Very few times in his life has the
Trancy boy ever been loved or taken care of, truly, and you helping to take care of him will repair so much emotional damage that has been caused to him. Heāll do the same for you. But your sweet nothings that you tell him mean the world to him, and heāll take to remaining at your side, smiling as you two partake in doing endless activities together. Alois will act as a lost puppy dog to you, trained to your side.
I ship you withā¦ Kaname Kuran!
Kaname loves your long black hair, and when he finally gets to making you mine, heāll take to running his fingers through it. Heāll insist on helping you do specific hairstyles, finding it so pretty that you have hair he can play with. When you two cuddle, heāll hold you close and play with each strand of your hand, whilst talking to you. He is a very touchy person, and this is just another wonderful thing he admires about you. Your green eyes in contrast to your pale skin stand out to him, and often times heāll point out how truly beautiful it is.
Your shyness excited Kaname as he did have a bit of a thing for shy girls. He would smile as you awkwardly talked to him. Heād smirk and spout flirtatious things to you, only hoping to see you blush and stutter out a response as he found it very cute. Later on in your relationship, Kaname would be helpful. Heād introduce you to people and only do social things that made you comfortable. If the two of you had to attend a social gathering, heād be trained to your side the whole time, helping to make sure you werenāt feeling overwhelmed.
Your playful nature had surprised him at first, seeing as though you never had revealed that side of yourself to him beforehand. He didnāt mind your more childish tastes, and even found himself appreciating it. He was surrounded by doom and gloom all day, and seeing as though you could still find yourself enjoying such things was very attractive to him.
He appreciates your love for art very much, taking you to art galleries to show you the different types of work. You two would discuss and talk about it afterward. If you ever were interested in drawing or painting, heād help get you all the supplies you needed and would love to sit and watch you as you went to work. When finished, heād supply you with compliments, remarking about how truly talented you are.
Lizzzieeeee, dear Lizzie! I love her. I think that people totally underestimate her and that the fanbase is extremely judgmental of her. She cares the most about Ciel in the whole series and puts him first. I respect that about her a lot. People look at the ring incident and go,Ā āWow. That girl is annoying and obsessive.ā But when you think about it, she never meant to destroy it. She didnāt understand the importance of it to him and as she says if she wouldāve known she would have never done it. It was the heat of the moment mistake, and that was derived from the fact Ciel doesnāt put very much stock or care into her. He doesnāt see all she does for him. Her decorating his house is her way of trying to make him happier. When we see the real Elizabeth come out, I think itās a reality check for most fans because it goes to show that at the end of the day, she will do all she can to protect Ciel. The same cannot be said for Sebastian. Sebastian only keeps Ciel alive for his soul, he has little care for whether or not Ciel ends up in pain. As we see in the Circus arc.Ā
Truly, I think she is one of the best characters in the series.
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Same person who asked about your favorite anime characters, but who are your top five favorite anime boys? (and if you had to choose one). Oh also who was the first character from Kuroshitsuji you "crushed on"?
This message confused me a tiny bit, sweetums, but Iām guessing you meant who are my favorite boys from Black Butler. My favorite anime boys from Black Butler are William, Claude, Undertaker, Sebastian, and Joker.Ā
The first character I ever crushed on (as mentioned in your last ask) is William T. Spears! Heās really great and cute and ahhh yeah, I wish he had more storylines or something, because donāt get me wrong, characters like Sebastian and Ciel are great, but I feel like William is severely underrated compared to them.Ā
I have like 7 things in the queue and theyāre mostly requests so Iām PROUD OF MYSELF
I probably will keep writing freelance stuff tho because I have so many ideas. Iām also probably gonna be writing another part to the Claude x Goddess!Reader story cause I really am digging it but I also want to write some Nicolas Brown x Reader stufffffff so yeah, look forward to that. IDK Iām just glad I got some actual requests done because lately itās beenĀ āoh i should write, cos I wanna write. but nah actually I wanna write this random story Iāve been fantasizing aboutāĀ
and my headās like, okay u do u
Anyway sorry for rambling, hope you like the requests. Iāll try to get more done ASAP. :)
