It's kind of interesting.
.... i'd like to se eit too
There's a ton about everyone else too...
There's some about you somewhere, actually, Ciel.
Do not want, is the term, right?
I DON'T NEED GIL TO TEACH ME THING.
...I'm not interested in Sharon-chan that way, fans.
I don't know any of these people but either way...
Ciel, I didn't know you did those kinds of things with your butler!
What are you talking about?
"Track This
Sebastian/Ciel.
Butt plug. Worn under clothes in public. "
Oh, his butler exists only to *fulfill his every desire*, Oz.
You're pretty daring, Ciel.
Ahhh, he does, doesn't he?
He does! So of course, it's only natural for a butler of the Phantomhive family to be able to do such a thing.
THAT'S ABSOLUTELY REVOLTING
WHY THE HELL WOULD ANYONE READ OR WRITE SUCH A THING?!
Also, you shouldn't do those kinds of things in the bath.
But you'll never get clean that wa--
I'm not sure if I should be scandalized at the kinds of things you do, or impressed.
it's Victorian England, *everyone* was doing those sort of things.
But...being ridden like a horse, bit and all?
Why are we talking about this?
Because it's interesting.
Don't be shy, Ciel, there are some weird ones about me and Gil too.
I've seen some pretty weird things.
Though, we never made out in a closet when we were kids.
The Italian Chandelier, for instance.
And Gil was too shy to ever kiss anyone.
"Oz is having wet dreams. Those wet dreams involve Gil, an Italian accent, and maracas."
Yes. It's supposed to be an extremely painful and pleasurable position for both people. It also burns off a lot of calories!
I'm not sure I want to ask.
Maybe you should reccomend it to Alois's soul?
You are disgusting. I never want to see you again.
You cannot abandon your child, Mama Ciel!
It's not me writing these, Ciel!
Ciel felt himself flush as Sebastian leaned over him, breath tickling his ear. "Yes, my lord."
"Just hurry up," the boy replied as he turned his head away, watching the second hand tick by on the clock beside him.
The demon, as graceful as ever, reached over and plucked the toy from the stand. "At your word, my lord."
(idek about this anymore)
Ciel forced himself to relax and survey the unfortunate situation. When he had ordered something like *that*, he hadn't quite expected this.
It seems that pornography is written of most everything in existence with a sentient conscious. I believe the internet calls it Rule 34.
"Now." The order was given in a cool voice, and Sebastian smiled. The teddy bear was laid beside Ciel, its black eyes staring eerily.
Hey, Ciel, whose Undertaker and why are you asking him to strangle you?
Interesting stories, indeed..