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My wife made this for me. It’s a Black Butler fic where reader gets tickled uwu. It’s very sweet. Go follow my wife @ticklish-n-stuff, she’s great. 💖

Obviously what she makes me goes on my main blog

Simply one hell of a tutor

I watched like 6 eps of Black Butler...

I think I'm more than qualified to write for it now LOL

I made this for my cutie patootie partner love of my life my shnookums my nutella jar the light of my life my ride or die @azureyemberzz

I hope I did Sebastian justice, probably not lmao. But I still hope you enjoy<3

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Sebastian x gn!reader (reader is a whore for sebastian uwu)

Lee: reader

Ler: Sebastian

Warnings: I don't like Sebastian, but I tried my best! Tickles! Sebastian is a bitch!

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You know you asked for this, practically begged Sebastian into helping you with your studies (but no one needs to know that), and now that he’s finally helping you, why was it suddenly so hard to focus?! No matter what you did, it was like Sebastian’s words simply bounced off of your brain. 

It’s not like he’s a bad teacher by any means. If anything, he’s a bit too captivating. Every time you try to pay attention, your focus ends up on his appearance rather than on his words. Whenever you catch yourself practically ogling at him, you end up burying your head down in shame, face as ripe as an apple. Of course, Sebastian is no idiot. That doesn’t mean he won’t have a bit of fun with you first, though. 

Your thoughts come back to earth the moment you feel the end of his ruler guiding your chin back up, forcing you to make eye contact “You seem a bit distracted. We can’t have that now, can we?” 

‘Ugh, that stupid smirk’ is all you can think of when you look back at his features. He always had that amused yet condescending look that drove you up the wall without fail. The more you think about it, the warmer your face feels, somehow.

Before you can even think of stuttering out a reply, you’re suddenly startled by a puff of air caressing the shell of your ear. 

In the blink of an eye, Sebastian managed to appear behind you. He placed his gloved hands on your shoulders, giving a firm yet comforting squeeze. You try to look back at him, skeptical of his intentions, but he simply shushes you before you even get a peep in. “Relax, I’m simply trying to aid you. I’ve heard that a good massage can help with one’s focus” he shoots you with his typical calm and innocent smile, though by now you should know better that he’s anything but. 

Still, you can’t help but sigh in relief as he continues the massage. Slowly but surely making you relax and drop your guard. If he kept this up, you might actually fall asleep. Though, that didn’t last long. 

“Eek?!” you squeak out, almost jumping out of your seat when you feel his nails tracing up your neck to your ears. When did he even take his gloves off?! Sneaky bastard. 

“You must stay still for the massage to take effect, dear~” he practically purrs against your ear, causing goosebumps to rise over your skin. Stupid Sebastian! Stupid pet name!

You know he’s just messing with you, toying with you. You want to complain and call him out, yet you can’t bring yourself to. Probably because you’re too busy trying and failing to not double over in laughter as his nails keep expertly teasing those sensitive spots. 

The way he keeps whispering into your ear, the way his nails trace and caress every inch of skin he can get his hands on, from the tips of your ears to where your neck meets your back. It’s all so unbearably ticklish, yet you love every moment of it.

You bury your laughing face into your hands, hoping to retain some semblance of pride, but it’s too late for that now. By the time he’s done, you feel borderline dizzy with joy. 

Sebastian walks back to his original position, as if he didn’t just turn you into a pathetic wet wipe of a person with a few, simple teases. “Ready to continue the lesson?”

You give a bashful nod. Despite… whatever that was, your head feels strangely clear. Maybe he did have good intentions all along, who knows. “Thank you…” is all you manage to whisper out.

He looks at you with a smile “No need to thank me. I’m simply one hell of a tutor”

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