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Black Butler

Request by Beepboop: hii! can i request a Claude faustus smut where he's the fem readers demon and is completely lustfully obsessed with her and is really possessive?

Character(s): Claude Faustus

Tags: Possessiveness, mentions of torture, biting, pet name, may come across as non-con but it definitely consensual, conspiracy theories, slight dom/sub play, praise kink, overstimulation, Master kink, slight collaring

Classified: Slight Angst/Smut

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You could feel the eyes of your personal demon butler/handyman on you as you studied your next target: Ex-CIA agent Joseph Hill. Born on May 17, 1931. Became an FBI agent in 1956, but transferred to the CIA in 1960. He became an elite undercover agent until the double, though separate assassinations on the Kennedys. 

After that, he was assigned to the case of discovering who assassinated John F. Kennedy, but nothing was ever released. 

There were rumors that the CIA and the Government had killed President Kennedy as an inside job. Because he had not wanted to get involved in the Vietnam war, yet after he died, America entered the Vietnam war. 

President John F. Kennedy had been your Uncle, Robert F Kennedy your father, and you had made it your life goal to discover who had really killed them, starting with your Uncle. 

Which was where Claude came in. Your personal servant demon to help you track down, capture, and torture- er- interrogate people that might have something to do with your Uncles' assassination. Claude had come quite in use and you were only a few people away from discovering the truth. 

Joseph Hill, though he had been thirty two at the time of your Uncles' assassination was now well into his fifties, nearing his sixties. But you were sure that he knew something of the assassination of the 35th President of the United States. 

You sipped your Blue Lagoon cocktail, watching as the ex-CIA agent sat down in the corner of the bar, nursing his usual: Harvey Wallbanger except he added a shot of bourbon to the original recipe.

Claude was standing near you, pretending to be examining the arcade machines that were lined up against the wall behind you. Mostly pinball machines, but they were also Pac-man, Centipede, and Defender machines as well. 

"He's waiting for someone." You murmured under your breath, knowing full well that Claude could hear you, even if he was outside of the building. 

Claude said nothing, since you were not gifted with the same type of hearing, only walking further away, gloved fingers lightly touching the Centipede arcade game. 

Joseph Hill tossed the rest of his Harvey Wallbanger back, before leaving it on the table, cherries still on the stick, getting up. 

"That's your cue." You replied lightly, but Claude was already gone, the wooden door to the club closing gently behind Joseph. 

You slid a twenty under your drink glass, before getting up and making your way to the exit door. 

"Hey pretty lady!" It was one of the younger males in the bar, swaggering away from the Sorcerer Pinball machine, leaving the rest of his friends to the side. "How abou' you stay and have a couple o' drinks with me and my friends?" 

You gave the barest of tolerating smiles. "Thanks, but I have better things to do with my time." 

You went to walk around him, before he grabbed your arm, his fingers digging into your flesh. 

You didn't even look at him as you whispered. "You shouldn't have done that." 

The man was gone in seconds. You rubbed your arm lightly where his fingers had left a burning feeling as they had been ripped away quickly. Without another look around the bar, you stepped out of the bar, heading towards the car.