You're a little tsundere
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Something nuzzles my neck. I open my eyes slowly only to close them because the sun is so bright. The same thing nuzzles my neck again. I can feel it sniff down my body and nuzzle my crotch. That's when I kick it in the head. I open my eyes when I hear a deep growl. There, standing in front of me, is a naked man. A growling, white haired, naked man. Does he...think he's a dog? I sit up and take the jacket that Claude gave me off. "Come here," I tell him softly. He stops growling for a moment before he smiles and lunges at me, licking my face and sitting on my lap. "Wait," I mumble as I tie the jacket around his waist to at least cover up his junk. "There."
I pet his soft, white hair and gently push him off my lap. There's something wrong with this guy. "Where did you come from?" I ask him. "And when did I fall out of the tree? Is that why my head hurts so much?" The man just smiles happily and licks my face again. "Cut it out," I mumble. I push him away, causing the freak to whimper. He sits really close to me as I pull the twigs out of my (h/c) hair. "What's your name?" I ask the guy when he rests his head in my lap. He just looks up at me with a blank expression on his face. I repeat myself a few times, but I get the same response. Eventually I just sigh and give up. This guy has no clue."Go home," I tell him. He whimpers and snuggles up to me again. This is getting awkward. I don't think I'll be able to get rid of him for a while. So I suck it up and begin walking through the forest, letting this little freak follow behind. Things are smooth until I feel him gnaw on my arm. "The hell?" I smack him upside the head, causing him to whimper once again. God, this guy is so annoying.
But he continues to follow me through the forest. That is, until we hear a whistle. By then the sun has set and I'm incredibly hungry and thirsty. I hadn't eaten anything yesterday either. And now I'm paying for it. By the time the dogman hears the whistle, I've already collapsed against a large tree. The guy completely forgets about me and sprints off to whoever called him. I'm left here, all alone. Preparing myself for death. Who care's anymore anyway? It's not like anyone would care if I died. So I just close my eyes and hope that maybe the burning sensation in my stomach and my dry tongue might let me get some rest.
"Pluplu!" I hear someone loud yell in the distance. I open my eyes just in time to see that guy come charging at me. He's still wearing my jacket, so that's a good thing. But he tackles me, knocking me to the ground, and licks my sweaty face. I push him away gently and smile at the fact that he came back to find me. A boy comes running through the woods toward us. "There you are Pluto!" he says loudly with a shrillish voice. "You shouldn't run off like that. Seba--Oh! You found someone!" He runs over to me and kneels down next to me. "Are you ok, Mister?"
It's strange to actually be referred to as a boy. "Ah...yeah," I tell him. I try to get up, but I'm too weak. Damn that Trancy and his belief that I don't need to eat every day. "Actually, I'm a little thirsty," I tell the boy.
"Oh! Let me bring you back to the manor! I'm sure we can get you some food and water there!" he nearly screams in my ear. He picks me up with this scary, unexpected strength and runs off in the direction he came from with "Pluplu" racing behind us. I stare back at his happy face until he suddenly transforms into a giant wolf.
"What the he--"
"Oh!" the boy screams in my ear. "Pluto's a Hellhound." So his name is Pluto...and he really is a dog. "My name is Finnian, but you can call me Finny! I'm the Phantomhive's gardener!"
"Phantomhive's?" Sebastian is the Phantomhive's butler. "Put me down!" I scream. I struggle weakly to get out of this kid's iron grip. He stops running, but he won't let me go. "I'm not going anywhere near that place!" I spit. "Put me down and stay away from me!"
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Sebastian Michaelis x Male Reader
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