⠀⠀ 𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 / 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠
⠀⠀𝕶𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖏𝖎 / 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕭𝖚𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗 ♱ 𝕺𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 by rach
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@dourearl
⠀⠀ 𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄 / 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠
⠀⠀𝕶𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖏𝖎 / 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕭𝖚𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗 ♱ 𝕺𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 by rach
Ive done a complete 180 on Robin Ciel lately. Im obsessed with this dress
Something for the Cold Weather
At long last, it was done. Or at least it was as close to done as she could manage. A few of the rows remained crooked. Mey-Rin had undone the stitches and knitted them over again, only for certain stubborn flaws to remain. What more could she do? On the positive side, the imperfections weren't terribly noticeable. It was only if one carefully examined it that they became apparent. And they didn't make it any less warm. More importantly, she had made it with her own hands, having taught herself. It was a labour of love for the young master.
Folding it up, she tucked it under her arm and went scampering towards the study. The door was open and the Earl Phantomhive was reading a book. Mey-Rin poked her head inside. "Pardon me, Master Ciel," she said, entering and approaching him. "I made you a gift... I know it's not perfect, but I wanted you to have something to keep you warm in the cold weather." She held out her hands, presenting him a hand-knitted scarf of navy blue wool. "If you don't like it, I promise I will understand." Her lips were curved into a hopeful smile, yet her crinkled eyebrows betrayed her nervousness.
starter for @dourearl
Ciel’s attention lifted from the page as Mey-Rin entered the study, pale gaze settling not on her face at first, but on the scarf she held out so carefully. He rose from his chair without haste, closing the book and setting it aside with the same deliberate precision he reserved for matters of consequence.
The wool was warm the moment it met his hands. He felt it immediately ; thick, earnest, imperfect. His fingers traced the length of the knit with quiet scrutiny, noting where the stitches wavered, where they tightened or loosened just slightly, where the pattern faltered and then steadied again. The signs of someone who had undone and redone her work more than once, stubbornly refusing to abandon it until there was nothing left to correct.
Ciel lifted the scarf and draped it around his neck himself, allowing it to settle naturally rather than adjusting it into strict symmetry. The navy blue was dignified - proper, even. It suited him. And it was warmer than anything purchased, heavier with meaning for the simple fact that intent lived within every uneven line, every imperfect stitch.
❝ You put a great deal of care into this. You’ve done well, Mey-Rin. ❞
The reference x
Sara Barnard, A Quiet Kind of Thunder
embroidery cake
❝ What's wrong with you, Alois? You used to be the life of the party. ❞
❝ Oh, spare me You are not sincerely worried, are you? ❞ it was quite a surprise if Phantomhive ever showed any concern towards the blond boy. Blue hues gazed towards his, clearly annoyed, something was bothering him indeed yet he would not easily tell him. ❝ You're always grumpy, can I not get a little sulky as well? ❞
@dourearl
Ciel tilted his head, studying Alois with a patience he rarely afforded anyone. The irritation, the pout - all of it was too deliberate to be meaningless. ❝Sulking doesn’t suit you,❞ he remarked lightly, his gaze lingering, sharp and appraising. He paid no mind to the subtle jab about his own temperament; it was hardly worth the acknowledgment. ❝If something has managed to sour your temper this thoroughly, I’m almost impressed. ❞ His voice softened just enough, curious now. ❝What has put you in such a mood?❞
( stroke ) : for MEY-RIN to stroke CIEL'S thigh absently.
Ciel notices it the way one notices a mistake in a ledger - not immediately alarming, but wrong all the same. A distracted weight, a careless pass of fingers, idle and unconsidered. Mey-Rin is not looking at him. He does not move at first. His body holds, rigid, as his mind scrambles to supply explanation. Habit, perhaps. Thoughtlessness. Anything but intention. The seconds stretch thin. Heat rises, sharp and unwanted, blooming beneath his collar.
How long has it been there? Too long.
He shifts suddenly, a precise recoil, dislodging her hand deliberately. His voice follows a beat later, light, amused. ❝Mey-Rin,❞ he says, eyes forward. ❝ If you’re searching for something, I’d suggest your glasses. They seem prone to wandering.❞ He straightens, angles away, and smooths his pant leg once - as if restoring order to himself.
unhealthy codependency is really a top tier dynamic. like they need each other to survive but god. should they.
anyway think about sebaciel around christmas with ciel sat on sebastian’s shoulder hanging up decorations around the manor. its much slower than sebastian doing it himself but he does so adore looking up at ciel
Got to use an iPad on my trip :>
let me take my time with you.
Ciel did not speak at once. Let me take my time with you. The words lingered, curling through the still air like smoke, deliberate and unhurried, threading into him with a gravity both subtle and inescapable. His chest constricted, stomach twisting in a tension at once sharp and strangely sweet, the demon’s subtle gravity pressed upon him, manifest not in touch but in the very hush of the room, in the slight quiver of the air around him.
He felt it, deep within - the measured pull threading through his mind, drawing him into a cadence he could neither resist nor wish to escape. Every carefully restrained impulse of his being seemed to hum in response, a delicious tautness curling low in his stomach. He exhaled, a soft, deliberate surrender, and allowed himself to drift, mind sharp yet pliant beneath the patient, meticulous insistence, fully conscious of the exquisite dominion it held over him.
A faint, wry smile curved his lips. ❝So exacting… and I find myself quite willing,❞ he murmured, teasing, aware, and entirely attuned. He leaned into it, letting the slow, exquisite pull linger, curling through him, holding him, suspended in the delicate tension.
ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM SUGGESTIVE DIALOGUE + ACTION PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT. SEND "REVERSE" TO SWITCH THE ROLES OF SENDER AND RECEIVER.
DIALOGUE
come here, i just want you closer.
don't rush. i want to feel this.
you feel so good inside me.
i've been thinking about this all day.
tell me what you want.
you drive me absolutely insane.
i love it when you look at me like that.
don't stop, please.
i need you right here.
you're doing that on purpose, aren't you?
i can't stop touching you.
you feel perfect like this.
stay with me tonight.
i want all of you.
you make it hard to think straight.
look at me. keep your eyes on me.
i love the sounds you make.
you're being dangerous right now.
i missed you.. missed this part of you, too.
let me take my time with you.
you're warm. you're real.
i don't want this to end yet.
come closer. closer than that.
you feel like home.
don't tease me unless you mean it.
i like it when you lose control like this.
you're everything i want right now.
you're breathtaking when you're like this.
stay still, let me.
i love how responsive you are.
you're making this very difficult for me.
you don't know what you do to me.
say my name again.
can i come inside? please..
you feel even better than i imagined.
i want to hear you.
you're intoxicating.
i could touch you forever.
don't hide from me.
you're mine tonight.
you look incredible like this.
i love being this close to you.
you're shaking, i've got you.
you taste amazing.
i want you exactly like this.
i'm not letting you go yet.
you're taking me so well.
tell me if this feels good.
i love how soft you are.
breathe, you're doing so well.
i can feel your heartbeat.
i want to make you melt.
you're so beautiful it hurts.
stay right there.
i love when you get needy.
you don't have to be quiet with me.
you feel incredible under my hands.
i've wanted this longer than i'll admit.
you're all i can think about.
i want to savor you.
let me show you how much i want you.
you're making me weak.
i love being tangled up with you.
don't pull away.
i could get addicted to this.
you feel even better pressed against me.
you're driving me absolutely feral.
stay. just like that.
i love how you react to me.
i want to make you feel good.
you're mine in this moment.
you feel so right.
let me kiss you again.
you're intoxicating this close.
i love your hands on me.
you're impossible to resist.
don't stop touching me.
i love when you pull me closer.
you make me feel wanted.
i could stay like this forever.
you're everything i need right now.
i want to hear you come.
you're so warm.
let me take care of you.
i love when you relax into me.
you feel incredible against me.
i'm not done with you yet.
you're making this very tempting.
open up for me..
you're perfect right here.
i want you to remember this.
you're all mine tonight.
i love when you lean into me.
you make me ache.
don't hold back with me.
you feel amazing when you're like this.
i want to feel every part of you.
you're driving me crazy.
i love how close we are.
i don't want to stop touching you.
you're exactly where you belong.
let me feel you breathe.
you're making me lose focus.
stay with me a little longer.
you're everything i want right now.
i want you slow.
you feel incredible wrapped around me.
you're so responsive.
don't rush this.
i love when you look at me like that.
you make this feel so easy.
i want you close when you fall asleep.
you're intoxicating like this.
i love your warmth.
stay right here with me.
you make me feel wanted.
i want you to feel how much i want you.
don't go yet.
you're making me want more.
i love being like this with you.
you're everything in this moment.
let me hold you.
you feel so good against me.
i want to remember this.
you're breathtaking this close.
stay tangled up with me.
i love how you fit with me.
you're making me soft.
i want to stay right here.
don't stop touching me like that.
you're incredible.
i love how needy you get.
you feel perfect right now.
let me keep you here.
you're everything i want.
i want to make this last.
you're making me melt.
stay close.
i love your closeness.
you're intoxicating.
don't move.
i want you exactly like this.
you make me feel alive.
i love being wrapped up with you.
you're so easy to love like this.
you're everything to me right now.
i don't want to rush this moment.
you feel so right.
i want to fall asleep like this.
you're mine tonight.
ACTIONS
( fingers ) : for SENDER to lace their fingers with RECEIVER'S.
( lean ) : for SENDER to lean in until their breaths mingle.
( trail ) : for SENDER to trail their fingertips along RECEIVER'S arm.
( slow ) : for SENDER to press a slow kiss to RECEIVER'S mouth.
( waist ) : for SENDER to pull RECEIVER closer by the waist.
( body ) : for SENDER to press their body against RECEIVER'S.
( neck ) : for SENDER to nuzzle into RECEIVER'S neck.
( murmur ) : for SENDER to murmur softly against RECEIVER'S skin.
( cradle ) : for SENDER to cradle RECEIVER'S face in their hands.
( linger ) : for SENDER to linger close without speaking.
( back ) : for SENDER to stroke RECEIVER'S back slowly.
( firmly ) : for SENDER to hold RECEIVER'S firmly in their arms.
( guide ) : for SENDER to guide RECEIVER'S to their lap by the hips.
( forehead ) : for SENDER to rest their forehead against RECEIVER'S.
( sigh ) : for SENDER to sigh softly against RECEIVER'S mouth.
( cup ) : for SENDER to cup RECEIVER'S cheek gently.
( jaw ) : for SENDER to trail kisses along RECEIVER'S jawline.
( arms ) : for SENDER to wrap their arms around RECEIVER.
( tug ) : for SENDER to tug RECEIVER closer by their clothing.
( temple ) : for SENDER to press a kiss to RECEIVER'S temple.
( skin ) : for SENDER to linger with their lips against RECEIVER'S skin.
( chest ) : for SENDER to hold RECEIVER close against their chest.
( thumb ) : for SENDER to brush their thumb over RECEIVER'S lips.
( deep ) : for SENDER to kiss RECEIVER slowly and deeply.
( nudge ) : for SENDER to nudge RECEIVER closer with their knee.
( curl ) : for SENDER to curl around RECEIVER protectively.
( rest ) : for SENDER to rest their hand at RECEIVER'S lower back.
( lap ) : for SENDER to pull RECEIVER into their lap.
( collar ) : for SENDER to kiss along RECEIVER'S collarbone.
( hips ) : for SENDER to hold RECEIVER'S hips firmly.
( hair ) : for SENDER to brush hair away from RECEIVER'S face.
( press ) : for SENDER to press slow kisses along RECEIVER'S neck.
( nuzzle ) : for SENDER to nuzzle closer, seeking warmth.
( stroke ) : for SENDER to stroke RECEIVER'S thigh absently.
( still ) : for SENDER to hold RECEIVER still beneath their hands.
( kiss ) : for SENDER to kiss RECEIVER'S until they both breathless.
( trace ) : for SENDER to trace small circles on RECEIVER'S skin.
( heart ) : for SENDER to rest their hand over RECEIVER'S heart.
( brush ) : for SENDER to brush their nose against RECEIVER'S.
( wrap ) : for SENDER to wrap their legs around RECEIVER.
( hold ) : for SENDER to hold RECEIVER after climaxing.
( savor ) : for SENDER to kiss RECEIVER slowly, savoring it.
( cuddle ) : for SENDER to pull RECEIVER into a tight cuddle.
( cheek ) : for SENDER to rest their cheek against RECEIVER'S shoulder.
( pull ) : for SENDER to pull RECEIVER closer until there's no space left.
need to devour and be devoured
❝ god loves a willing sacrifice. ❞
♞ㅤㅤㅤAlmost as much as a devil does. The less one effort one has to put into obtaining a meal, the better the taste in some circumstances.
❝ Consider yourself fortunate: Providence will not allow you the taste of unearned indulgence. ❞