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[cottoncandy-girl]

Need a mean lesbian who wants to hear the sounds I make (it’s from them hurting me)

[sleepingdeath-light]

shadow milk cookie smut hcs + fem s/o ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (11/05/24)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; shadow milk cookie

outline ; “Shadow Milk Cookie smut please woman reader (I’m 19)”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, switch!shadow milk cookie, dom/sub dynamics, orgasm denial/edging, various forms of pain play, various forms of role play, degradation, praise kink, humiliation, overstimulation, sadism and masochism, public sex acts, period play

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first things first, but shadow milk cookie is a dominant-leaning switch that can go from being the most sadistic and perverted dom to the brattiest most masochistic sub you’ve ever met in the time it takes to flip a coin — he’s extremely versatile too and is just as happy to fuck you dumb as he is to spread his legs and let you fuck him to your heart’s content (bonus points if you use the biggest strap you can find to do it)

he’s also a massive, shameless, pervert when it comes to you and has absolutely zero qualms about feeling you up, sexually propositioning you, or just blatantly staring at your body even in front of others — of course he’ll tone it down if you ask him to (he does still care about you, after all), but otherwise just know that you will not know peace as long as you’re with him

he’s a sadist at heart and gets a thrill out of making you bleed and bruise and cry, but for as chaotic a person as he can be shadow milk cookie is always very careful and intentional about how he approaches more ‘dangerous’ kinks with you (even if you can’t tell how cautious he’s actually being in the moment) — when he’s cutting you up and carving all sorts of pretty patterns into your flesh he holds the knife at just the right angle and with just the right amount of force that he never cuts too deep or hits any veins, when he’s spanking your ass and pussy and thighs he’s careful to only use a small fraction of his strength (enough to startle and shock and leave a temporary mark, but not enough to actually hurt), when he manhandles you and throws you around he’s always good about setting you up to land in a safe way, when he chokes you out he only does it enough to leave you lightheaded and immediately pulls away when that’s done, and he’s constantly keeping an eye on your body language (reactions, expressions, etc.) so that he knows when to end a scene completely or transition into something softer/lighter even if you yourself haven’t realised you’ve reached your limit and need a break yet

shadow milk cookie is also a big fan of overstimulation, both of inflicting it on you and of receiving it from you, and he makes no attempts to hide his enjoyment from you — not muffling his eager giggles or trying to stop his hips from rolling up into you when you’ve pushed him through his fourth orgasm of the night and his head is starting to get delightfully fuzzy, not bothering to suppress his impish grin or to hide the eager flush of his cheeks as he makes you squirt for the second time in a row and he can feel your whole body trembling beneath him, and certainly not having any shame in the way he begs you for ‘just one more’ over and over again until you’re on the brink of passing out and he shifts his focus to helping you come down from your high

loves everything about denial and edging, especially if they happen to be followed by overstimulation, and he knows your body so well that he becomes frustratingly good at keeping you on the edge of release for however long it takes to get what he wants from you (even if that happens to take hours, he’ll still manage to keep you aching and desperate and so tantalisingly close to climax that it’s enough to bring you to tears) — and for his own part he loves when you use edging as a way to make him kneel and beg for you, loves having his pleasure dangled over his head until he drops the act and attitude and lets you do what you want to him (bonus points if you slap him around a bit when you’re edging him because he loves when you’re especially stern with him)

he is such a rebellious little brat whenever he’s in the mood to sub, making you earn his submission by putting him in his place even though you both know full well that he was the one that asked you to take control that day — he tests your patience, battles you for dominance, degrades and teases you with every breath, and generally does everything he possibly can to get a rise out of you until you finally snap, flip him onto his stomach and peg him so hard he forgets his own name for a bit

(which was exactly what he wanted)

shadow milk cookie also has a distinct masochistic side that he only really opens up about after you two have been together for a while, but once you’re aware of it it’s impossible not to notice all the signs that you’d once missed — like how biting and scratching him only made him moan louder and fuck you harder, how pulling his hair tightly always made his dick throb harder inside of you, how he always lets out those pitchy erotic sighs when you do something that draws blood or that will surely leave a mark — and it’s equally difficult to ignore the temptation to take advantage of this side of him and his profinity for magic to explore more elaborate and thorough punishments for him whenever he’s being a tease or a brat

he loves to be teased and degraded just as much as he loves to tease and degrade you in the bedroom, but there’s something particularly delicious about you degrading him and putting him back in his rightful place (beneath you) when he’s been a brat

(not to say he doesn’t love making you whine and whimper and beg for what you want from him, or that he doesn’t adore how wet you get when he calls you ‘needy’ or ‘slutty’ or ‘desperate’, it’s just that he needs to be in a very specific mood to enjoy that — being mean to pathetic mortals that don’t matter is one thing, but being mean to you requires a lot of control so that he doesn’t let himself take things too far and accidentally hurt you in the process)

for as mean and sadistic, and as teasing and masochistic, as he can be sometimes, shadow milk cookie does still enjoy being praised by you in the bedroom (especially when he’s been sent into subspace and especially if it’s paired with you riding his cock until he’s all dumb and cumming dry) — and, likewise, he can be pretty liberal with the praise he gives to you when he’s in the mood for it (e.g. calling you ‘good girl’ when you’re sitting all pretty on your knees with his dick in your mouth, or calling you ‘pretty’ when you’ve gone all slack-jawed and teary eyed from overstimulation, or whimpering out things ‘so good’ and ‘yes’ when you’re putting him in his place, etc.)

shadow milk cookie also happens to have a thing for public (and, consequently, semi-public) sex and has absolutely zero qualms about doing things to/with you where anyone and everyone can see you both — sure he could use his magic to cast an illusion over you both so you can take some risks without ever actually getting caught, but where’s the fun in that?

massive fan of role play and loves switching things up and taking on new roles/titles/etc. with you in the bedroom — being the embodiment of deceit, acting is something that comes pretty naturally to him and he takes to every new ‘identity’ so well that it’s almost difficult to discern where the act ends and your partner begins (especially when engaging in something like primal play or predator/prey or cnc or any other form of ‘risky’ role play with him because he gets super into it and can get quite frightening if he doesn’t keep himself in check)

when he’s in the right mood for it, and when you explicitly ask him to do so, he is comfortable going far enough to verbally and physically humiliate you during foreplay and sex — though this is usually reserved for role play scenarios that involve more distinct dom/sub dynamics between the two of you (e.g. rubbing your face into your own release during pet play, making fun of you for getting so wet and vocal after he made you ride his shoe, giving you a thorough examination when playing doctor and verbalising exactly what he thinks about how sensitive and wet and easy you are, etc.), but he’s always cautious enough to not go too far outside of the parameters you both agreed upon beforehand

he loves period sex in all of its forms and might even go so far as to beg you to let him please you when you’re actively bleeding if you happen to be more reluctant — the penetration is better because the blood makes you feel ‘wetter’ to him, eating you out is more exciting because he loves the way your blood tastes when it’s mixed with your cum and slick, and as an additional little bonus there’s the fact that orgasms can make your pain decrease during your period, so really there’s no downsides to letting him between your legs for a bit (he promises he’ll be gentle this time, honest)

unless you’re playing roles that necessitate specific titles being used, shadow milk cookie generally prefers that you call him by his name during sex and, likewise, prefers to call you yours — it’s just much more arousing and personal in his mind, so unless you have a specific preference and voice that to him, he’s always going to prefer using actual names over any specific pet name like daddy, master, or whatever (he’s not totally against them, though, he just prefers to use them more sparingly)

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minors/ageless blogs dni.

sometimes you ask nanami not to shave for a while, and he's confused until you're pulling him by the hair, his tongue lapping at your slick as you cum for the third time that night.

his stubble is slightly scratchy, but addicting. you love seeing how your juices drip down from his lips, then getting stuck on the small little hairs on his chin.

and oh how good it feels when you cup his face while riding him, struggling to keep your thoughts rational as he lets you go at your own pace, which somehow you blame him for making you feel too good. even now, you can imagine yourself swooning every time you see your beloved husband with a beard, growing it out just for you.

[sleepingdeath-blackbutler]

sebastian michaelis smut ; 18+

requested by ; nobody / redo of old post

reader info ; mostly gender neutral, but some sections are split to accommodate various identities and agabs

genre ; smut / minors and ageless blogs dni

A — Aftercare

what are they like after sex?

This is greatly dependant on his mood and whether he's in heat.

On a normal day he's decently affectionate, helping you clean up and catch your breath. On occasion, and if he thinks you need one, Sebastian may even run you a warm bath. And if your activities were particularly messy he’ll remake the bed with fresh blankets and sheets, taking their soiled and torn counterparts away to be either washed and repaired or, if the damage is too severe, thrown out.

During his heat cycle, however, he's much more physically affectionate and clingy… but he's much too caught up in his own head to do much beyond the bare minimum when it comes to actually taking care of you.

And when you’ve gone out of your way to mess with him and you’ve had an especially rough night, Sebastian falls back on old habits and will just leave you to look after yourself. Like the absolute most you’ll get out of him on these nights is a check over to make sure you’re not harmed any more than he intended and a brief conversation where he makes sure you understand why this happened. He is a demon after all, you can’t expect him to take disrespect lying down — especially not from his mate.

B — Body Part

their favourite part of themselves and their partner

Sebastian is a very narcissistic creature and although his human form is only manifested and not truly his own he still takes pride in most every part of it. That being said, if forced to choose a particular aspect of his human form he favoured Sebastian would probably choose his hands. Partially because they are one of the only outward indicators of his true nature, and partially because he is very good at using them to hunt, to tend to the estate, to fill his orders, to charm and disarm humans, and to please you — so really it’s the most logical choice for him to make.

And seeing as you’re his beloved mate, he is rather fond of you as a whole. Though he does frequently find himself paying particularly close attention to…

[fem aligned] your lips! Their colour and shape, particularly when they’re wrapped around his cock or parted to let out all of those entrancing moans and groans that he loves to hear, are always a lingering presence in the back of his mind no matter where he is or what he’s doing. In another life he might have found himself feeling disgusted or ashamed by how weak and obsessive you, a mortal, have made him feel, but in this one he can’t help but feel distinctly fond — amused, even, in a way. You really do have him wrapped around your pretty little finger, don’t you?

[neutral] your eyes! The eyes are the window to the soul and, as a demon, Sebastian is all too familiar with that idea. It’s why he makes a habit of maintaining eye contact with you during conversation and during sex, going so far as to stop or scold you when you try to look away — it just feels more intimate, and since taking you on as a mate that’s something he’s found himself craving more of. Intimacy. Maybe that’s why he finds himself hesitating before hunting down humans whose eyes resemble yours in their hue or shape… or maybe he’s just losing his edge after being stuck in this body for so long.

[masc aligned] your throat! The subtle bobbing as you swallow, the pleasant thrumming of your pulse beneath his lips, the way it looks covered in his marks after a night spent in his bed, the way it arches back when you laugh… goodness he spends more time staring at your neck than he’d ever admit. But perhaps he’s more obvious about his partialism than he realises, what with how much time he spends kissing and biting along the length of your throat when you’re having sex — even you aren’t too far gone not to notice such things.

C — Cum

anything about cum.

Sebastian is far from human and, as such, his cum differs from that of the average human's as well. Not enough to immediately make someone question his humanity, but enough to be noticeable if you’re paying close enough attention — it’s slightly more acidic and bitter in taste and has a texture that is a touch more viscous than most men.

Normally he doesn’t have much of a preference about where he finishes and he’ll just go with whatever feels ‘right’ in the moment — though he will respect your requests if you have any. For example if you don’t want him to cum inside of you then he’ll pull out, and if you don’t want a facial he’ll finish on your chest instead.

However during his heats he becomes much more driven by instinct and, as such, is much more insistent about cumming inside of you when you fuck. The sight of your holes leaking his cum scratches a certain itch in his brain, that’s all.

D — Dirty Secret

what’s their dirty secret?

Sebastian derives a large amount of pleasure (and prideful satisfaction) from going down on you, to the extent that he prefers that to you going down on him. And he gets a massive thrill from giving oral in areas that run a risk of the two of you getting caught… even if in reality he’d never let that happen. Can’t risk ruining his ‘perfect butler’ facade, after all.

E — Experience

how experienced are they?

Sebastian has a well documented history of using sex to retrieve information for his masters, either by direct order or by choice, so it almost goes without saying that he has plenty of experience.

F — Favourite Position

what’s their favourite position?

Generally speaking, he doesn’t really have any position that he favours over the others and he’s happy to fuck you in whatever position you end up in (as long as he’s the top). That being said, there are certain positions he loves to make use of to punish you — such as the concubine or doggy style which he always spices up by forcing you into as deep of an arch as your body can handle and fucking you into the mattress until you can barely remember your own name.

G — Goofy

how serious are they during sex?

He isn’t exactly the type to start cracking jokes when he’s inside of you, but he will goade and tease you if the mood is right.

H — Hair

how well groomed are they?

He takes excellent care of his body for you (his form is only manifested and easily changed, after all) so it only stands to he's incredibly well groomed. In fact he only has a small tuft of short dark hair just above his shaft, and for some reason it almost exactly matches the hair on his head in colour and texture.

I — Intimacy

how romantic are they?

Sebastian is not someone that can be described as romantic necessarily, but when he has the presence of mind he can be caring in his own ways. After all, it’s difficult to forget to massive imbalance of strength and stamina between you two so he does his best to be mindful of that and only give you what you can actually handle. Even during punishments when he’s fucking you like he hates you he still looks out for you and makes sure you’re not seriously hurt.

J — Jack Off

anything about masturbation.

Sebastian doesn't necessarily need to masturbate in the same way that humans do and he’s more than capable of finding someone to please him should the need arise. So for him to feel the need to jack off he’d need to be pretty far into his heat cycle and unable to find anyone to help tend to his needs. And when he does it it’s not a particularly interesting affair: fast, rough, a big depraved as with all things he does, and more a race towards climax than anything worth savouring — but that’s exactly how he prefers it to be.

K — Kinks

some of their kinks.

He has been alive for an incomprehensibly long time and over the course of the many millennia he’s been around for, Sebastian has developed quite the wide and expansive array of kinks. A few of which are as follows:

Sadomasochism

Sensory Deprivation

Dominating his partner

Overstimulation

Begging

Dacryphilia

Marking Kink

Public / Semi-Public / Risky Sex

Size Kink

L — Location

what’s their favourite place to have sex?

He doesn't particularly mind where he takes you as long as it won't cause any severe damage to his facade. So while your shared bedroom is the most frequent place you end up having sex in (for privacy’s sake more than anything else), he does have a special fondness for areas around the estate that do have a sort of risk to them — like empty hallways, unused rooms, storage closets, and so on.

M — Motivation

what turns them on?

Given that you are his mate it’s remarkably easy for you to turn him on. That being said, there’s something about hearing you blaspheme and you acting more cat-like that really gets him going. Maybe it’s a demon thing.

N — No

what are some of their hard limits?

Whilst he does take on more of a submissive lean during his heat, Sebastian is not someone that enjoys being made truly helpless. Either in actuality or for the sake of a ‘scene’. He’ll play the part and follow your orders, sure, but do not treat him like a sub because he will be quick to put you back in your place.

He’s also very opposed to sharing you with any other supernatural entities, like angels or demons or reapers. It’s a matter of possessive pride and principle, plus he can’t trust others to be as gentle with you as he is. Other humans, however, are fair game and he’ll be happy to play with another mortal with you if ever you ask.

O — Oral

anything about oral sex.

Sebastian may be incredibly vain and prideful, but he's naturally more of a giver than a receiver — surprisingly even more so during his heat. He adores the way you taste and most certainly knows what he's doing — and once he gets started he won’t stop until he deems that he’s had his fill. Plus watching you come undone again and again because of his tongue and hands, because of him, does wonders for his ego.

Even during his heats — when he’s not too far along, anyway — he can easily spend hours with his head buried between your thighs making you finish over and over again until you’re so drunk on pleasure you can barely think. A shockingly selfless trait of his, given his demonic nature.

P — Pace

fast or slow? gentle or rough?

Normally, he fluctuates between slow, deep, languid thrusts and a shallow, harsh, fast pace — swapping between the two depending on how much he wants to tease you at the time (whilst vastly favouring the harsher, faster pace when punishing you). During the peak of his heat, however, he often settles into deep, quick thrusts that are just harsh and sharp enough to steal the breath from your lungs. Going so hard that it’s almost like his very life depends on him breeding you properly.

Q — Quickies

what is their opinion on quickies?

Although he much prefers to take his time in driving you mad with lust, he does hold a certain fondness for quickies. When he's been wrapped up with extra work from his master, or he's just especially needy, it's easier to just drag you into an empty room, hall or closet to have his way with you before quickly returning to work. As mentioned previously, Sebastian also quite enjoys the thrill of potentially getting caught in the act (even if it would never actually happen).

R — Risk

are they willing to experiment?

Sebastian is incredibly old and has had the time to test practically everything with his prior sexual partners. So chances are that he’s already tried out whatever you’re asking for, and thus he’s more than happy to accommodate it… though he does have to constantly bare in mind how comparably fragile you are throughout the experimenting process.

S — Stamina

how long can they last?

Being a demon, Sebastian's stamina and energy outweighs yours immensely and he can go on for as many rounds as he wants. Or, rather, as many rounds as it takes before you get too exhausted for him to reasonably continue. He’s a demon, not a monster, and he doesn’t actually want to break you.

T — Toys

do they own any toys? how do they use them?

He never found much of a need for sex toys given his nature as a shapeshifter and his generally excellent performance in bed, but if you beg nicely enough he might just indulge you and purchase something to use on you. That being said, he only really finds himself reaching for them if he's feeling particularly cruel (e.g. leaving you tied up with a toy/vibrator/wand whilst he goes off to complete his duties as a punishment) or when he really wants to test you (leaving a dildo/plug/vibrator inside of you all day and using it against you whilst you both work, rewarding you later on if you do a good enough job).

U — Unfair

do they like to tease?

Sebastian takes an immense amount of pride in his ability to make you squirm and beg for him to touch you: dragging his fingertips along your body, being as light as a feather as he intentionally avoids touching you where you need him the most; bringing you close to the edge before backing away completely until you start to come down from your peak; continuing to tease and praise you until you tell him exactly what you want him to do, where you want him to touch you and, of course, that you want him to just fuck you until you can't walk anymore. All things to be expected of a demon such as himself, naturally.

V — Vocal

how loud are they?

He falls somewhat in the middle of the spectrum in regards to how loud he can be when he's taking you.

Throughout most of the year, he tends to be incredibly coherent and composed in bed with a low but audible volume. Then, he leans more towards teasing remarks and praise that always leaves you weak in the knees. And when he climaxes, Sebastian will be close to silent, only letting out a few warped grunts and cusses in Latin in a voice that leaves room around you shaking and causes your skin to erupt in goose flesh.

However, during his heat cycle it's a different story entirely; he's all moans, whimpers and cries of sheer rapture as he takes you (or as you take him). Sebastian is shameless during this time and will be continuously vocal and loud throughout the ordeal unless you gag him or urge him to bite down on something to be quieter — though the trade off is his lack of coherency as his mind is too clouded to offer you much in the way of praise or dirty talk during the act.

W — Wild Card

a random nsfw headcanon for the character.

If given the opportunity, Sebastian would take immense pride in ruining either a human that is incredibly innocent and 'pure' or an angel. The thought of tainting them with impurities and dragging them into a pit of sin really gets him going with an instinctual pride.

X — X-Ray

what do they look like under their clothes?

Sebastian, being a demon, can alter his human form however he sees fit, so it follows that he'd have himself presenting as well endowed but human in regards to his cock.

It's long and about average in girth with an ever so slight curve to the right. The tip is about the same girth as (and is slightly darker in colour than) his shaft.

Y — Yearning

how high is their libido?

Depending on his mood, Sebastian's libido can vary greatly. When he's in heat, his libido is through the roof and he wants you almost constantly and will take you whenever and wherever he can get away with it — sometimes upwards of five to ten different sessions in a day.

Usually, however, his libido is generally average for a demon and he'll only crave sex three or four times a week and will only go above that (or hold off) if you speak up. So, in general, he's ready to go almost whenever you are.

Z — Zzzz

how quickly do they fall asleep after sex?

Demons don't need to sleep, per say, rather they can imitate the act in order to afford security and calmness to their partners or masters. So, rather than sleep, Sebastian opts to fall still beside you and watch you sleep until he needs to leave in order to fulfil his duties as a butler.

[bunni0nbanhg]

Pack Life| SKZ x AFAB|🐺

Includes: |Werewolf!SKZ|Human!AFAB|Y/n is banned from this household|3rd POV sometimes 2nd|Fluff|Smut(?)|Poly OT8|Omegaverse|MxM|

Synopsis: Your roommate Chan is a really nice guy, sometimes too nice in your opinion. That seemed to be proven right when he let 7 guys slowly move in one by one. At least they’re all respectful about the little space, and strangely cuddly.

Or: Reader is oblivious and doesn’t know until it’s too late that she’s living with a pack of werewolves, who want to add her to the pack.

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You’d let her do literally anything she wanted to you. Sit pretty on her lap as she plays cards in the last drop, or taking her strap down your throat to the hilt, meeting her gaze with tears in your eyes as spit drips down your chin, Or cooking her yummy homemade meals after being stuck at work all day dealing with idiots just for the food to be long forgotten as she bends you over the nearest surface, burying her face in your cunt, eating you up like she’s starving,

better yet, being an adorable, doting little house wife, making sure the house is all cleaned, laundry done and put away, making your house a home. Just for Sevika to come home and ravage you. Being a good girl as she fills you up, a smug smile on her face as she looks at the pretty band around your ring finger. The one she put on you. Nibbling at your neck as she listens to your mewls and moans as she thrusts into you.

ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs...

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[sleepingdeath-sapphic]

giving oral smut hcs ; cookie run kingdom

this was requested on my main blog <3

this includes caramel arrow cookie <3

reader is assumed as cis female <3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked <3

going into your relationship caramel arrow cookie didn’t have any experience to draw from when it came to pleasuring you. that’s not to say she was completely oblivious or helpless in the bedroom during the first few times the two of you were intimate, but she was noticeably more timid and unsure of herself than she is when she’s, say, training with her fellow archers — looking at your expressions closely and constantly asking for your permission or guidance as she familiarised herself with your body and the things you personally enjoy

and it’s through this careful journey of learning and discovery that she comes to realise just how much she loves eating you out

she loves how you taste and couldn’t hide it even if she wanted to with how lewdly and shakily she moans and groans into your folds as she eagerly swallows every last drop you have to offer — her reactions so blatant that she’s always left too flustered to look you in the eye after she’s done

she can’t get enough of how you feel when you’re clenching around her eager tongue or dextrous fingers, her breath hitching with arousal and nerves whenever you take her to the knuckle — reacting as if it’s the first time you’ve taken her to bed no matter how many times she’s been with you like this

the sounds you make when she goes down on you are enough to have her on the brink of orgasm herself: the cries of her name, the breathy gasps, the whimpers, the moans, the pleas for more, the ‘yes, yes, yes’s, the praise, the pitchy screams, the groans… she could listen to it for an eternity and it would still leave her soaking wet and aching for more

and don’t even get her started about all the ways your body reacts to her, both subtly and obviously: the subtle sting of your nails biting into her scalp, the way your grip tightens on her hair, the clenching and trembling of your thighs against her head, the arching of your back, the shift in your breathing patterns, the bucking and grinding of your hips, how wet you get…

but none of that compares to the sound, the taste, and the look of you when you’re climaxing on her tongue and soaking her face with your cum… especially if you’re the type to grip her hair and hold her face right up against your cunt as you use her to ride out your orgasm

if she died between your thighs she’d be a happy woman

when it comes to positions she’s not especially fussy about it — as long as she gets to have your pussy on her mouth she won’t complain — but any positions that allow you to wrap your legs around her head will always leave her that bit more flustered and desperate to reach between her own thighs to get off alongside you

she defaults to a very slow and gentle pace, one that involves more ‘making love’ and worshipping your cunt than tongue-fucking you until you can barely remember the sound of your own name

quiet but vocal when she goes down on you: moaning and groaning, whimpering whenever you tug on her hair, gasping when she feels how wet and warm you are, sighing in appreciation when you grind against her mouth, whispering praises and ‘thank you’s whenever she pulls back to get air, etc.

she pays very close attention to your clit when she eats you out: nuzzling her nose against it when she’s greedily slurping up your juices, rubbing patterns on it with the rough pad of her thumb and gently rolling it between her fingers when she’s fucking you with her tongue, sucking on it when she’s fingering you, and so on — she just wants to make you feel as good as possible, that’s all

she gets pussy drunk super easily when she goes down on you so a lot of the time it’s going to be up to you to push her away and snap her back to reality if you need a break — otherwise she will keep on going until you pass out or she breaks out of her reverie just enough to notice you struggling

so… yeah… to put it bluntly, caramel arrow cookie really really loves eating you out

[perit0neum]

who up gurgling they prey rn

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[sleepingdeath-light]

sebastian michaelis + fem bimbo s/o smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (01/09/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; sebastian michaelis

outline ; “would you write sebastian michaelis x bimbo reader? maybe she's smart when doing her duties, but when she knows she can relax she's just a thought-free girl sebastian can use. (maybe their contract mark is over her womb or smth; im 19)”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, bimbo!reader, dumbification kink, dom!sebastian, sadist!sebastian, overstimulation, oral sex (male and female receiving), marking kink, slight ownership kink, degradation kink, praise kink, free use kink, vaginal sex, fingering, cream pies, public / semi-public sex acts

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sebastian michaelis is, above anything else, the perfect butler and is willing to do anything and everything in order to keep his masters safe and satisfied — whether that’s by cleaning and cooking for them or, in the case of your very unusual contract, fucking the thoughts out of them after a pressing day of work

you weren’t stupid by any means — quite the opposite, in fact, as he’s seen you masterfully manipulate peers and inferiors alike with a wit so sharp it could cut glass, and perform the duties assigned to you with such ease that he’d once questioned why you’d even formed a contract with him in the first place — but it was that same intellect that brought you the strife you’d asked him to relieve you of

after all, one can’t overthink or stress about work when their thoughts are drowned out by the feeling of being stretched out on a long, thick cock — if you’re still even able to think after he’s worked your clit so hard with those long fingers of his that you’re seeing stars and squirting so hard you’ve stained his uniform

of course during work hours he tends to you at all times, waiting on you hand and foot: waking you up in the morning with the day’s paper and fresh breakfast in bed, engaging in light banter and productive conversation with you, bringing you freshly ironed clothes suited to the day’s weather, fetching you documents and books for work, and doing other odd jobs related to the upkeep of your home — he is still a servant, after all

but when you’re ready to wind down and want nothing more than to be used and thoughtless — well, then he’s happy to indulge you there too

happy to force you to your knees (or have you lay on your back with your head hanging over the edge of your bed) and shove his cock down your throat — burying his hands in your hair and fucking your face until your cheeks and lips are covered in spit and your mascara is streaming down your face

happy to kneel between your legs as you sit at your desk or in your lounge room, massaging your thighs and waist and stomach as he uses that talented tongue and those long, slender fingers to bring you to climax over and over again — not stopping until you’re limp and gasping and sobbing, until even his eyelashes are damp with your juices, until your fingers are so tightly wound in his hair that it’s even starting to hurt him and your hands are trembling, until he’s had his fill of you

happy to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you until your legs and arms give out beneath you — legs spread as far as they can go whilst his hands roughly paw at your waist and ass and breasts (greedy and harsh and possessive), not stopping until your pussy is spent and dripping with his seed and his teeth marks are imprinted on your shoulder

happy to pick you up and fuck, finger, or lick the thoughts from your mind at any moment — you had given him free reign, after all

happy to sit you on his lap with his dick buried in your cunt, strong grip keeping you in place as he forces you to look at your reflection in the mirror — one hand gripping your chin and making you stare at the point where the two of you become one, stare at your contract mark as it flashes and pulses in time with the pulsing of your inner walls around him, not moving until you’re teary eyed and begging him to please touch you

happy to play with and tease you even in front of others: whispering absolute filth into your ear before walking away completely unaffected, giving you suggestive looks across the room whenever others can’t see him, sliding his hand a bit too far up your thigh (when sat side by side) or low down your back (when walking together) for it to be completely innocent, and even making remarks referencing things he knows you enjoy in the bedroom that to others seem completely innocent

happy to leave an array of marks all over your body as a trail of evidence showing just how much of a good girl you are for him — deep bite marks on your thighs, fingerprint bruises on your hips, scratches along your sides, nips along your throat, and deep hickeys all over your breasts (he’s very generous with how much he claims you and he seems to get off on it even after the fact, whenever he notices them on you during the day when you’re working)

happy to call you pretty and perfect and his ‘good girl’ in the same breath that he mocks you for being ‘desperate’ and ‘needy’ and ‘slutty’ — praising you for your obedience and receptiveness and reactiveness to his touch and voice and yet teasing you for being ‘so wet already’ when he hasn’t even touched you yet, even playfully spanking your clit and chuckling against your throat when you yelped and flinched away from his touch

(he is a demon, after all, so it’s only natural that he’d be at least somewhat sadistic in the bedroom — and you have plenty of bite marks, bruises, and scratches all over your body to prove it)

(and he’s at his roughest when you show off your contract in one way or another — such as when you call him ‘my demon’ or wear something that intentionally shows off your contract mark, which will lead to much more possessive behaviour when you’re alone)

he’s also not at all opposed to fucking or playing with you in public or semi public areas — at most he might suggest finding somewhere a bit more private in order to preserve your reputation amongst your peers, but if you’re insistent then your demon is hardly going to refuse you (just know that he’s not going to go gentle on you just because you decided to proposition him where others might hear or see you, he’s still a demon after all)

but, of course, sebastian is still your loyal servant and once the fun has been had he’s there to take care of you in the aftermath: running you a warm bath, tending to any injuries so they don’t get infected, wiping away all of the blood and cum and saliva without complaint, reassuring and praising you for being so good for him, putting you in fresh bed clothes, and even bringing you some food and water to help you completely recover

you still have work to do and no butler worth his salt would let his mistress risk her career over something so minor

[stickiiy]

minors and ageless blogs dni.

satoru loves your tits. a lot. on his insta stories, there's been a concerning amount of times where it's just your cleavage + maybe his hand groping one of them + maybe some text too. he purposely buys you ridiculously low cut or sleeveless tops and dresses, because you look amazing from the front, the side, and above. (below as well, if he's lucky)

it would be a dream for you to give him a boobjob, to have his creamy cum slip between them- oh! the relationship hasn't gotten to that point yet... silly him! looks like he'll have to stick to just his hands for now...

even with just his eyes, you can tell there's so much he wants to do with you, but it's hard to say what exactly. satoru's going to have to use his words for you to finally get it </3

[sleepingdeath-blackbutler]

deflowering his lady ; nsfw / 18+

requested by ; nobody / rewrite of old post (from 2021)

character(s) ; sebastian michaelis

reader info ; cis female, ciel’s sister, inexperienced

genre ; smut / minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

content ; sexually explicit content, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (fem receiving)

original request ; lost to time, unfortunately

There's a tragic irony in the fact that your family estate looks its best in the winter. After the sort of heavy snow you only really see around the holiday season — the same brief period in which your family had been torn apart some twelve years ago now.

Of course back then you were much too young to comprehend the true depth of the tragedy at the main estate — being little more than seven years of age at the time — but in recent months you've found your mind drifting back to that fateful day more and more. Back to the fire. Back to the frantic ringing of the house phone in your aunt Francis' estate where you'd been staying. Back to the rubble that was left behind. Back to the scent of burning and the cries of your beloved cousin as she held you close and whispered apologies that no twelve year old should have ever needed to say.

Back to the nauseous feeling you had in your gut that made you tantrum and scream and beg until your parents gave in and allowed you to stay with your cousins overnight. A gut instinct that likely saved your life... even if you weren't able to save anyone else.

Even thinking about the what-ifs of the situation is enough to make you feel dizzy and ill, so you try to distract yourself by taking another sip of tea and listing all of the things you can see. A tactic taught to you by your late mother once upon a time.

Two black birds — or are they ravens? crows? some sort of corvid, certainly — sat on the eastern fence. Too far away to see anything specific beyond their movements as they dance, or fight, their way along the very top of the railing.

Four matching chairs, including the one you're sat on, positioned around the garden table. Each facing one of the cardinal directions — an intentional detail on the butler's part, you're sure.

Six flowers in the vase. Five untouched and in full bloom, immediately recognisable as the calla lilies you saw being delivered to the estate earlier, and one intentionally deflowered in a way you wouldn't notice if you weren't paying such close attention. How peculiar.

Though you're not given long to dwell on your discovery before your brother's loyal servant arrives. His sharp features contorted into an expression of concern, unusually sober for someone who seems to thrive on mockery and goading, and his voice is unusually soft as he calls out to you.

'Pardon the interruption, my lady,' he begins, his words honeyed and thick with concern in a way that has you longing for the very ground to swallow you whole, 'but I couldn't help but notice that you've been sat out here for a few hours now. Is everything alright?'

You didn't even notice how much time has passed, but with a quick glance upwards you can at least ascertain that it's currently around midday... a whole three hours since you first ventured into the garden to clear your head.

'Ah... I hadn't realised...' you clear your throat and try your best to hide your embarrassment before continuing. 'Thank you for your concern, Michaelis, but I assure you that I'm fine.'

Out of the corner of your eye you see the corner of his mouth twitch, evidently amused by your attempt to fool him, before he swiftly schools his expression and leans down until he's at your level.

'Are you certain, my lady? Because, I don't mean to pry, but you've been out here so long that you're starting to shiver and you haven't even noticed. Stay out here in your nightwear any longer and you may even catch pneumonia — and we don't want that, do we madam?'

His intentional dramatics almost make you laugh, but again you try to brush him off with a dismissive retort of 'I'm not my brother, you know'. But Sebastian, being Sebastian, gives you no more room to argue as he gracefully (but firmly) herds you back into the manor and up to your room — draping his outer coat over your shoulders on the way in an attempt to stop your endless shivering.

— — — — — — — —

Usually the walk back to your private quarters is quick and dull — an uneventful trek through the same halls you've been traversing since you were a toddler — but with your brother's head of staff hot on your heels and his hand on your back it feels much, much longer.

And while you've yet to stop shaking your whole body feels unbearably hot, like you're burning from the inside out in a way that doesn't hurt so much as it tingles and flutters. Like there are butterflies and moths flying around your stomach and ribcage. Like your muscles have turned to fire beneath the skin of your face, and your chest, and pretty much everywhere else. How mortifying. You hope it's not as obvious to him as it is to you.

But, Sebastian being Sebastian, the only reaction you receive is him pulling you back into his chest, uttering a flimsy excuse about wanting to keep you warm, and a dastardly smirk that vanishes as soon as it appeares and that sends yet another bolt of flustering heat straight to your core.

Damn him.

You've never been quite as relieved to see your bedroom door as you are now, all but sprinting through it as you try to calm yourself down. Barely paying any mind to Sebastian as he makes quick work of going through your wardrobe and drawers and finding you some new, more appropriate, clothes to wear instead of your snow-dampened nightgown. Stone silent for a few moments as you try and still your racing heart before you finally allow yourself to speak up once more.

'I truly do appreciate your help, Michaelis... but surely you must have other more important things to attend to than helping me dress?'

'So keen to be rid of me already, my lady?'

A twinge of guilt hits you and your expression softens. 'That's not what I meant.'

He waves his hand dismissively at you before straightening his posture and walking over to hand you the outfit he put together. But, of course, you don't let him brush off your efforts so easily.

'It's just that you're the most capable member of the estate so surely such a menial task should fall to someone else instead. If you weren't such an asset to my brother I'd quite like to have you around all the time — so don't go putting words in my mouth, understood?'

The second the last word left your lips you swear his whole demeanour shifted — more eager predator than dutiful servant — and when he responds his tone is low, more sultry purr than whisper, and every word he says manages to leave you more flustered than you were before.

'Such high praise from a countess, I'm truly honoured.'

'Hardly! For how many times you've saved our lives my honesty and admiration are the least I can offer you.'

'A Phantomhive butler that cannot do that isn't worth his salt, madam.'

'And a Phantomhive who cannot appreciate the efforts of her staff is not worth hers. End of story.'

His lips quirk upwards into a smirk before he grasps your hand gently in his own and guides it upwards to place a chaste kiss against your knuckles. Then, with his lips still pressed against your skin, Sebastian speaks up again.

'Now then, may I help you change, my lady?'

And you can't even make yourself hesitate before accepting his offer.

— — — — — — — —

His deft hands make quick work of pulling your gown up and off of your body, his touch unbearably gentle and yet still present enough to leave trails of goosebumps wherever his gloved fingertips brushed against your skin. And while you know you shouldn't, you can't stop yourself from leaning into his touch ever so slightly when he reaches out once again to cup your cheek in his hand.

So caught up in the scent and warmth of him that you can't bring yourself to feign the shame you should be feeling — and yet still clear headed enough to feel the way his eyes rove over your bare body. The need of his gaze. The heat behind it. Like he wants to devour you whole; the lamb to his wolf.

Something you probably should be fighting or fleeing from — for no lady should bed her servant — but that you only find yourself wanting more of.

So when Sebastian finally snaps his eyes back up to look into your own and asks what you want him to do, you can only come up with a single answer — one that's spoken meekly, shyly, but with no less certainty behind it.

'I... I want you. However you'll allow it.'

And Sebastian, ever the dutiful butler, simply smiles in response and nods his head. Because what poor excuse of a butler would he be if he couldn't fulfil such a simple request?

— — — — — — — —

Before you even have the chance to process what's happening Sebastian pounces on you like a starved beast, practically tossing you up the bed before throwing your legs over his shoulders and burying his face in your cunt. For a moment he just stays still, breathing in your scent and basking in your mounting embarrassment as you try to squirm away or close your legs, before looking straight into your eyes and intentionally dragging the flat of his tongue along the length of your slit. From dripping hole to swollen clit and back down again. Slow, steady, giving you just enough stimulation to feel good without giving you what you really need and visibly delighting in your frustration as you pout and huff and whine at him.

More petulant brat than well bred lady of the estate. But you're much too caught up in the pleasure he's giving you to worry about petty things like reputation.

Though, thankfully, Sebastian doesn't leave you wanting for too long before he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks just hard enough to have you keening and seeing stars. Not even giving you the time to breathe before he settles into a rhythm that leaves you dumb and pleasure drunk in no time at all.

Dragging his teeth gently across the flushed bud and chuckling to himself at the way your whole body seizes and shudders in response.

Tracing the letters of his given name and the Latin of his summoning incantation against it with the very tip of his sinful tongue and relishing in how loudly you cry out and moan for him in return.

Suckling aggressively on your clit while throwing one of his strong arms across your hips to keep you in place and smirking against your cunt when he feels the muscles in your thighs and stomach tensing and trembling under the intensity of his attention.

Alternating between them all without faltering or even pulling away to feign a need for air — knowing you're already far too far gone to notice such a small detail — until he deems you wet enough and finally starts paying attention to your neglected hole. Inserting just one finger at first to stretch you out, knowing well of your inexperience, before gradually introducing a second and then a third. Slowly stretching you out and prepping you with every thrust and crook and spread of his long elegant fingers, and privately delighting in just how tight you are around him — already straining against the fabric of his uniform trousers at the idea of finally deflowering you and corrupting your innocent soul.

And how could he not delight and revel in such a debauched act when you're making such delicious sounds for him. Sounds that grow louder with every skilful movement of his fingers or tongue against your pussy as he explores you, devours you, and pushes you closer and closer to your orgasm.

The breathy moans. The shaky gasping breaths. The pitchy whimpers. The broken cries. The barely legible strings of pleas and curses and calls of his name that go straight to his cock. He can't get enough of them, of you, and with every passing second he can feel his restraint fraying and slipping more and more.

And when you reach down and start clawing desperately at his vest to try and ground yourself through your rapidly mounting climax, Sebastian finally snaps. Pulling a hair's breadth away from your aching clit to ask you single question that takes your fucked out mind far too long to comprehend.

'Do you want me to go further, my lady? Want me to ruin you for other men?'

When his words finally register you can't help but keen, whining out a breathless plea for whatever it was he was offering before your mind goes blank once again and you're swept up in the heat and bliss of your first orgasm. Twitching and spasming and trembling. Moaning and sobbing and damn near screaming. With a face covered with tears and sweat and saliva. How adorably pathetic.

He wonders how debauched you'll look by the time he's done with you.

— — — — — — — —

Your body feels like it's on fire, burning from the inside out and being wracked by wave after wave of pleasure as your muscles strain and tremble and quake under the weight of it all. Your vision is blurry, whited out at the corners and exploding with fuzzy splotches of light whenever your eyelids flutter closed, and you can't even hear your own thoughts over how loud your heartbeat is hammering in your ears. Your lungs are burning, you can't stop moaning, your whole body feels like it's floating, and you can't get enough.

But, tragically, the feeling is all too fleeting and as you slowly come down from your high you can feel yourself being tenderly repositioned on the bed by your brother's trusted butler. Now resting flat on your back with your head cushioned by a plush pillow while he slots himself between your thighs with so much ease it's almost as if he was made just to be there — fully clothed, of course, save for the gloveless hand he used to pleasure you and his cock which you can feel prodding at your prepped entrance, thick enough at the tip to make you wince.

'This is going to hurt, isn't it?'

Sebastian smiles cockily at your question and pauses for the briefest of moments just to watch you squirm before quickly relenting and offering you an answer that's about as reassuring as it is startling.

'Not for long.'

Then he shifts his hips forward and starts guiding his throbbing length slowly inside of you. Going just slowly enough that you don't quite feel like you're being split open but not giving you any real time to adjust to the size of him until he finally bottoms out. Leaving you wincing and gasping and aching as you gradually get used to the feeling of being full — barely comforted by the praise he coos into your ear as he waits for your go ahead to start moving.

In fact all of his 'good girl's and 'that's it's and 'you're doing so well for me, my lady's hardly even register in your mind as you're too caught up in the feeling of him. The stretch. The heat. The shooting pain that's slowly starting to morph into a tingling pleasure that you find yourself craving even more of.

So, experimentally and tentatively, you roll your hips against his. And when it doesn't hurt as much as you anticipated, you do it again. And again. And again. Until he finally takes back control and starts moving.

He starts off slowly, focusing on shallow thrusts and on positioning his hips just-so in order to stimulate your sensitive clit with every movement. In and out, barely an inch at a time and with just enough force to have you gasping and gushing around him — enough to ache, to appease, but never enough to break you as his instincts so dearly make him want to — while slowly speeding up and transitioning to deeper thrusts. Bit by bit. Patient as a perfect butler should be and content to let you lead even from your submissive position.

Taking cues from your body, your face, and only ever giving you as much as you can handle. Never less. Never more. Even if, in the throes of pleasure, you so brattily insist that you can take it, take more, take him however he wants.

But Sebastian knows better, so he denies you just this once.

Only ever teasing you with hints of his true strength. Showing it in the occasional sharp snap of his hips that pushes his cock so deep inside of you that you're certain you can feel him in your lungs. In the harsh way he grabs your hips and gropes at your breasts, using a mere fraction of what he's capable of and relishing in the flashes of primal fear and arousal that flicker in your irises before he lets go. In the speed at which he rubs and pinches and rolls your clit between the fingers of his spare hand, far quicker than any human and bordering on agonising for the briefest of moments before he pulls back and focuses solely on fucking you dumb with his dick.

Focuses on how pretty and pathetic you look as you go cockdrunk as you're pushed to the edge of climax: eyes all tearful and glassy and crossed, lips swollen and parted and slick with saliva, skin damp with sweat and heated with arousal, thighs wet with the slick gushing out of your needy cunt and trembling beneath his hands as he ruins you. Slutty. Debauched. Ruined. Corrupted. A fallen angel in the clutches of a demon.

You're the most beautiful human he's ever seen.

And that's when you fall over the edge for the second time. Screaming and crying until your throat is too raw to do anything but cough and weeze and weep. Gasping for air as your lungs burn and ache and scream to be filled. Spasming and squirting around Sebastian's dick as he fucks you through your second climax of the day, pushing him closer to his own end until he's unable to hold himself back and is forced to reluctantly pull out and cum onto your stomach — which you, too caught up in the floaty fuzzy bliss of your orgasm, don't have the presence of mind to complain about... nor do you have the capacity to think of much of anything, really.

Other than him... and how good you feel... and how you'll definitely be calling upon his services more in the future...

But a second round can wait until after you've come back down to earth and caught your breath.

[cottoncandy-girl]

Let me distract you~

My ass is so fat

[cawfeegum-archived]

Your F/O loves you regardless of having "disgusting" traits, just so you know.

Your F/O loves you even though your teeth are rotting. They love you even though it's yellow and black beyond your lips. They love you even if you have a lot of tooth pain and struggle to eat.

Your F/O loves you even though you're covered in acne. They love you even though your face and/or body is bumpy and you leak from each blemish. They love you even if your skin aches from the buildup in your pores.

Your F/O loves you even though you have hip dips. Or hyperpigmentation. Or a double chin. Or stretch marks. Or a cleft lip. Or are very hairy. Or anything else that society looks at in disgust.

And remember that they don't love you in spite of these. They love you with these.

[yandereloveraw]

Cause Doe, you're perfect. ❤

You're always worth it. 🥰

And you deserve it. ❤

Doe, you earned it. 😌❤

❤ Earned It [Cover] - StrawberrySana [Cover belongs to StrawberrySana]

[John Doe and all art belongs to Scopophobia Studios]

[sleepingdeath-sapphic]

what kind of domme they’d be ; cookie run kingdom

this includes eternal sugar cookie and mystic flour cookie <3

reader is assumed as gender neutral <3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked <3

eternal sugar cookie — the “spoils you rotten”

eternal sugar cookie is nothing if not indulgent with you — always striving for your happiness and being damn near incapable of telling you ‘no’ both in the bedroom and beyond it

she’s the type to overstimulate you until you’re too pussy/strap drunk to even remember your own name a hundred times over before she even thinks about edging you

the type to shower you in praise and compliments even when you’re too far gone to process a word that’s coming out of her mouth without even considering uttering a single derogatory word towards you

the type to respond to your bratty moments and demands with cooing and coddling instead of bending you over her knee and setting you straight like some of her fellow beasts might

and while she won’t give in to every single request — e.g. she’s only willing to invite one person into your bedroom and that’s all — she does end up caving in most of the time and doing whatever you want

partially because she just loves seeing you happy because of her

and partially because she’s absolutely terrified of you leaving her and will do anything to keep you with her in her garden

will punish you if you try to goade her with threats of leaving the garden, though. she gets super mean and harsh about it too — it’s about sending a message more than anything, but if you’re a masochist it’s pretty much just a win-win situation all around

mystic flour cookie — the “strict domme”

she’s the type of dominant who makes you earn your place in her bed as well as the type who will punish you for being too greedy or too desperate for her liking

as her submissive you become hers in your entirety — your body, your mind, and your soul all belong to her and while she isn’t the type to go above and beyond to show that off, she will step in and put you back into your rightful place if she deems it necessary

you aren’t allowed to cum unless she gives you explicit permission to do so. and she’s not above punishing you for finishing during sex or foreplay without her go-ahead either

she encourages patience and chastity above all else and will reward you for being ‘good’ in her eyes

for taking your punishments with gratitude

for being genuinely thankful for what she gives you and never asking for more

for following the instructions you’re given without complaint

and so on

would put you in a chastity cage/belt if she could, honestly

but at least when she is indulging you she does make it worth your while — ensuring that by the time she’s done with you that you’re thoroughly overstimulated and fucked out, and that you won’t be able to walk or sit properly for at least the next week

[aressapereaude]

Happy birthday to Vere~!

MINORS DNI

AGELESS/FACELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Source: Touchstarved

Pairing: Vere x Reader

Contains: Explicit language, alcohol, strong violence, it's Vere what are we expecting, gore, sex??, monsterfucking???, murder, dead dove do not eat, cannibalism, decapitation, nobody is coming, Leander needs a mop.

It is the fourteenth of November.

The air is cold, the ground is not yet frozen over but you find your steps slipping more than they usually do. It tends to happen around this time of year. Everything slows down, and the days are all over so quickly that you're not really sure if they ever happened at all.

He's hungry, you knew that. He has always been hungry.

The hunger has been eating at him for a long time.

You met him through a friend. Well, they weren't a friend at the time... A brief but uneasy encounter outside the Wet Wick, in which you had fallen for a sly pickpocketing trick, and he had dangled it in front of you like an anglerfish, slowly luring you into the light. You did get your key back, in the end. With some interference of course.

Over time, you realised you had a lot in common. He hated the Senobium with a burning passion, and so did you; They had been lauded far and wide as the best of the best, and once upon a time you had hoped they could cure you, but not anymore. Those gates were too strongly locked and far too secretive to let the likes of you inside. After a while you had simply stopped trying, and you found that the more you grew to dislike them, the more you found yourself spending time around the fox with the hungry eyes.

And at first it was nothing, really, just hanging out with mutual acquaintances and bumping into each other around the Wet Wick, but gradually you began to take notice of the way his pupils thinned to pin pricks when he looked at you, the way his fur bristled ever so slightly when you almost came too close. You noticed how his ears tracked you with a strange alertness despite the cool composure he maintained, and how whenever he gave you that sly smirk, the corners of his lips would sort of... flicker.

The closer you got, the more these instances occurred, and it began to dawn on you, the feelings that you had for him. Every now and then, he'd slip you an extra drink and make a smooth remark about taking you home.

When he did, his tail would twitch ever so slightly, and his knee would grow restless, bouncing under the counter. His jaw would clench, and though he did his best to hide it, his breathing would pick up and heave subtly at his chest. But every time, you declined, wanting to wait for a "special moment" and in an instant it was as though it had never happened. He'd go back to the small talk, the teasing, the joking or arguing and there'd be no traces left of that hungry fox who looked at you with a desperate, secret, hidden need.

His eyes look particularly dilated tonight.

It is the fourteenth of November, and you have bought yourself an extra drink tonight. You've bought Vere one, too. He tries not to look hopeful, but you see in your peripheral the way he eyes you up and down when you're facing away from him. He's being less secretive about it tonight, even taking the time to wait until Leander has left the two of you alone.

(Alone, apart from the horned demon sitting at the end of the bar, keeping keen red eyes on you both, and the Senobium cleric outside the bar. You assume she's waiting for him to leave and take up whatever business he has with the nearest brothel. You have a feeling he won't, not tonight.)

"Happy Birthday, Vere. Let's get out of this place for a while," You murmur, leaning in. His keen ears pick up every word, but you don't want the cleric to catch wind of what you're up to.

A thin smile slits across his face, and he offers you his hand, assisting you to your feet. His expression is dark with want, and the dancing candlelight only paints him in a more monstrous light. You don't seem to mind, though, as your footsteps begin to stumble towards the door.

His sharp claws pull you back, knocking you into him, your back flat against his chest. "I was thinking we could use your room tonight."

Your breath hitches in your throat.

"Leander has the key. He won't be back until-"

"Until I'm done," Vere finishes, flashing the keys in front of you the same way he did back then. And you smile.

Ais red eyes linger on your backs until the very last moment you leave his view. As the two of you sneak off together, you shoot a quick look back to make sure you're alone.

He doesn't move from his seat.

Vere locks the door behind you and tosses the key before he pounces, a mess of hair and claws. There's a calm desperation in the way he rips your clothes off you, and the way you fiddle with the straps around him. The low growl caught in his throat spills forward as he pushes you backwards, teeth clacking against yours and splitting your lip, and the pleasure and relief shudders through him when he plunges into you.

Blood splatters across the hardwood floor.

For a moment you stand there, stunned at the explosion of colour, and then it hits you all at once. The pinprick eyes. The attentive ears. The charm, and the twitches, and the ever so slight flash of fangs each time he asked you to come with him. There is blood on the floor, and it dawns on you with a sickening crunch that this is your blood, your viscera that is now congealing between the floorboards, and it is so dark in this room.

He's panting, moving with a disturbing nonchalance for someone with such a feral look on their face. The arm that had split your belly open twists with another sick crunching noise and you feel it now, the agony as he takes a handful of intestines and squeezes.

You start to throw up, but nothing comes out.

This isn't how tonight was supposed to go. This isn't how you wanted him inside you- but then, he is inside you, isn't he? Making a mess of your organs and lapping up the fluid that leaks from your clenching abdomen, burying his face in your soft thighs...

Only to take an enormous chunk of muscle between his teeth and rip it clean off the bone. The look in his eyes is euphoric, instinctive. How could you be so stupid? Any other time you'd have loved to see him make a face like this. But now, as he shivers with satisfaction, you wish you could have died when his lips touched your lips.

You don't know when your head hits the floor but it does, and you don't feel it. Vere stands above you, violating every inch of your body in his bloodied arms, bits of your meat and sinew plastered across his cheeks and hair, dribbling down his neck and you can't tell if he's fucking you or eating you and you don't think there's a difference anymore because you're being devoured either way.

Your final thought, to your confusion, is Leander. This is his spare room, after all. What's he going to say when he gets back? Will he be angry at you for making such a mess of the floor and walls?

Clinging to life, you fade away to the sound of Vere's sharp teeth snapping through your bones.