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[dragonbma]

What are some scrapped concepts from any of your AUs?

Oh boy I wish I had seen this ask sooner because I have SO MUCH to say. Can of worms has officially opened! The peak 2023 brainrot I had last year spawned countless (around 20) MC:SM AUs. Most of which were one-off ideas where I just wanted to design something without thinking too much about a story. Since then, I’ve whittled it down to a handful I still doodle and write for behind the scenes. (Listed below)

Scrapped design/plot concepts:

Starting off with my favorite AU, Possession!Vos had a plethora of designs before I decided I didn’t want his looks to change much and that just surviving the plot was deviation enough. He almost looked like this whenever Romeo was in control: (essentially Romeo’s side profile would manifest and obscure half of Vos’ face, mirroring whatever expression the other half had)

If I had to think of which AU had the most scrapped scenes, that award goes to the Drowned!Vos AU. The poor aftermath of that story was reworked so many times (mostly because I was indecisive just how antagonistic Romeo would be to the man he cursed to be a soggy zombie forever.) In the first draft, Romeo was so mad that Drowned failed to kill Jack that he completely abandoned him, but that since changed to the Admin being an ongoing antagonist who teleports over when Drowned is alone to belittle him. (Slight gore warning for this next bit.) In one of the more devious scrapped scenes, Romeo enchants his boots with Frost Walker and partially freezes Drowned solid before stomping his leg and breaking it off.

Oarfishposting, while also going through three name changes throughout its time (cod help me), also did a complete 180 in plot. It was almost a basic mad scientist plot where Romeo captured and experimented on any “losers” that couldn’t win his challenges. The adventure trio of course lost the temple, but since Sammy was too far gone and Jack got the hell out of there, Vos was all that was left. Oarfish!Vos was very close to resembling a Frankenstein amalgamation. Of course I am much happier with the final story because a world where everyone is half animal and there is a god trying to trap the rarer hybrids in temples is much more unique and fun to play with.

For the last scrapped plot point I’ll mention, there was a fun idea I was playing around with in the Fantasy Trio AU where instead of Mage!Vos getting turned to solid obsidian, he is instead trapped in a mirror dimension. The mechanics of the challenge were as follows: adventurers enter a large, circular room in the castle and are presented with a myriad of doors along the walls. The floor is a giant mirror which reflects everything above it… albeit slightly different. Anyone one who enters the room has a moving statue reflecting their actions; So long as the statues are not shattered, they can swap places with their statues to enter the mirror dimension. (Their statues would then exist in the real world until they swap back.) Doors in the main room have no knobs so Mage opts to swap places with his statue to start opening the doors in the mirror dimension which do have knobs. Most doors lead to nothing, but some spawn enemies. TLDR: They eventually find the boss of the room, a large drake with a key around its neck, but it headbutts Mage and shatters his statue, rendering him unable to swap places back to the real world after the drake is defeated.

Scrapped AUs:

One AU I scrapped entirely (because Jack doesn’t die from the mess cliff fall) was a Death Trio AU where once Jack re-enters the Sea Temple, he’s haunted by ghastly apparitions of his old friends and how they died until he too eventually meets his demise in the Underneath. Vos’ skin is entirely obsidian and he can cry lava. Sammy bears resemblance to the elder guardians, now sprouting fins, scales, and their one giant eye. Though he doesn’t actually die in game, Jack’s downfall would have been the mesa cliff he falls off if Jesse refuses to give Porkchop their swords. His dead form gets a desert face covering and he leaves a trail of sand he coughs up.

Mercraft: Fish Mode started out as an AU where all characters were merfolk, but I decided it would work better as just a drawing challenge instead of Mermay.

Some crossovers I really didn’t do much with were MC:SM x Flight Rising, Night at the Museum, Wings of Fire, Pokémon, and The Odyssey. Most of these were me wanting to design stuff so I’ll try to sum them up quick. The FR and WoF AUs were excuses for me to draw the cast as dragons. The NatM crossover spawned from a dream where I found a modded version of MC:SM where you play as Jesse, Petra, or Lukas (all night guards) and tended to the museum. Other characters were museum exhibits such as Gabriel being Teddy, Reuben being Rexy, and the Admins as the Egyptians; In all honesty I remember very little from the dream save for Romeo (Kahmunrah) shaking Vos (Jedediah) around in a brita filter. Pokémon AU spawned from me rewatching “Pokémon Ranger and the Temple of the Sea” and realizing there’s a character named Jack whose partner is a chatot. The main premise is the basic “everyone has a partner Pokémon” AU where the adventure trio visit the Sea Temple (guardians are huntails, elder guardians are gyarados, colossus are regice… and there’s also a type: null there for uhh plot reasons.) Lastly, I just love The Odyssey so making Jack, Vos, and Sammy > Eurylochus, Odysseus, and Polities was too good to pass up. Plus Polyphemus works perfectly as an elder guardian + Romeo as a very pissed Poseidon.

Main AUs: Vos Possession AU, Drowned!Vos AU, Oarfishposting, ‘Neath!Vos AU, Champion Vos AU, and most recently Admin Accomplice

Secondary/Hiatus AUs: TempleSwap, Fantasy Trio, Abyssal Symptoms, Chipped!Vos, Angel, and Sentry

Honorable mention to the one-off crack AUs that I scrapped immediately because they were just for giggles. Holepunched AU: the obsidian cage does not open when it falls and uh just lands on Vos. 💥 Rip. It was nicknamed Holepunched because Sammy’s ghost has a gaping hole in her chest from the guardian beam and Vos’ is just sliced in half. Feather Falling AU: Vos survives all those years on one heart, but ultimately takes fall damage when Jesse releases him. Funnily enough, that one was made on a whim where I was just trying to cause a friend psychic damage, but she did me one better by saying it would be worse if he didn’t poof upon hitting the floor, but only dissipated when Jack tried to hug him. :[

[bitterfaustianrabbit]

Title: Mutal Distraction Rating: Explicit. Warning: Underage. Fandom: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler. Characters: Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel Phantomhive, Original Male Characters. Relationships: Sebastian Michaelis/Ciel Phantomhvie. Tags: Canon Universe, Teenage Ciel Phantomhive, Demon Sebastian Michaelis, Jealous Sebastian Michaelis, Possessiveness, Top Sebastian Michaelis, Bottom Ciel Phantomhive, Dollification, Clothed Sex, Dresses, Forced Feminisation, Crossdressing, Anal Sex, Porn Without Plot/Plot What Plot, Wordcount: 1.000-5.000, One Shot. Summary: Sebastian and Ciel are investigating an Earl for a case when the pair get a little sidetracked.

Ciel talks with a Baron, an unknown and vile man whose soul reeks of rot and decay. The man's corpulent frame has his oversized belly poking out profusely. The man is tightly belted in. The shirt is hanging by a thread to his waistband. His fat, slobbery hands hold Ciel’s tiny, dainty, svelte fingers, leaving a damp watch where their flesh meets.

Baron Edgar Reed’s soul makes Sebastian's core shudder. The mere idea of being in this entity's presence makes him queasy. The man's soul is so dark and putrid that it lacks the palatability for any demon. Sebastian is positive that if the baron’s soul is thrown into a pit of rabid hellhounds, even they would turn their nose up at him.

Edgar Reed is a predator, but he is not the predator they are hunting. Sebastian bears witness to Ciels's growing agitation by being in this heathen's presence, trying not to, and ultimately failing to look elsewhere for the actual individual they are here to investigate.

Devil or not, Sebastian has limits to what he can tolerate and what he is willing to suppress. His core and demonic nature can be forced to bow and obey when necessary. It was by no means foolproof if agitated enough. Sebastian knows that if he continues to allow this man, this barbarian, to paw at his master, let him ruin such a lovely dress, a dress he spent hours designing, sewing and then dressing his master in or worse, have the man's foul stench embedded in the cloth. The scent of the baron's cigar already permeates the stuffy room full of hot, perspiring bodies that make the muscles in his lips curl in disgust.

Like the strings on a violin pulled too taut, Sebastian is one swift movement of the bow away from the cord, snapping with madness and violence.

He can feel his fangs, hidden behind his lips, digging into his gums. The tips slice the gingiva as his smile becomes strained.

When that beast of a man dares to touch his master so brazenly by his wondering fingers, nudging one of the few straps of his dress to fall, the lacy fishu knot being undone to bare more of his master's chest to that cur, Sebastian feels the dark tendrils of fury being to burn.

The twisting and wriggling tentacles coil around his legs and dig into the wooden floor beneath him. His shadow deforms from their rage.

“Ah!” a woman cries. Her crystal glass shatters in shards, and the bubbly champagne once contained now drenches her grandiose outfit. The noise of glass smashing has nearby patrons turning their heads, and it's enough of a commotion for Sebastian to stalk closer to his master, with neither him nor the baron aware of the supernatural speed, teleporting him to them from the other side of the room.

“Any time, Lady Robin,” The baron says, his smile too wide and tight to be genuine. Sebastian can see the vile thing inside, mopping at Ciel’s departure, itching to taste the forbidden fruit. It makes Sebastian sick to his stomach. “I hope you enjoy tonight's festivities.”

Sebastian senses that the adulatory bow and strained thanks that Ciel gaves is more genuine simply due to the promise of being escorted away from this cretin.

Together, Sebastian guides his master towards an empty drawing room—a place of solitude and reprieve, isolation and solace. There are no disgusting pedophiles to leer at his master like rabid dogs barking and fighting each other for a piece of meat here. He locks the door behind them so they will not need to worry about interruption.

They both take a deep breath as the weight of observation and scrutiny vanishes—the peace of privacy.

“You took your time,” Ciel harshly bites at him, his tone cold and unkind. The consequential opposite of the gentile and decorous Lady Robin he witnessed. His master’s countenance goes from sweetness to sourness instantly, the facade destroyed as his true self emerges. No, here was his uncompromising and mordant master. It was like a breath of fresh air. “Did you locate the Earl?”

“Indeed. He is still upstairs in his study, conversing with the Duke of Lungshire. From what I gathered, he will give a speech downstairs in an hour. That is when we will strike,” Sebastian states, frowning at the state his master is in. His fishu was undone, his sleeves dropping, and he could tell from the wrinkles atop his boots that one of his socks had fallen from the grasp of the garter. He feels the monster inside of him growl within his core. Images of bloodshed and slaughter play in the back of his mind like a soothing orchestra or the sweet voice of a hymn. “In the meantime, I ought to fix up your dress.”

“Yes, the baron was rather handsy,” Ciel says, his voice dripping with something that must be poison yet sounds like bells chiming. It feels like a trap.

Handsy is an understatement, in Sebastian's personal opinion. Generation on top of generations have imposed values prioritising males over women, which have allowed for men of his calibre to flourish. As a result, Baron Reed had become cocky in his manipulation. He should be lucky it's not him that Ciel wishes to dismantle and destroy. Sebastian doubts his master would be willing to show even a single needle drop worth of mercy.

“His superciliousness regarding his vulgar touching did not escape my attention,” Sebastian states. He does his best to sound impassionate or unaffected. Ciel seemed to enjoy getting a rise out of him and sparking a flame destined to burn both in intensity. It's hard to forget that the boy has a penchant for arson. “His behaviour is undignified and inappropriate.”

“Oh, I'm sure it didnt,” Ciel jeers, relaxing into the ottoman as Sebastian lifts the many layers of dress to reattach the boy's long socks back to the garters hanging from his small chemise. Ciel pulls his eye patch free and rubs at the dryness collecting there. His voice sounds like he knows more than what he’s saying, and Sebastian gets the niggling suspicion that the boy is watching him very intensely.

Sebastian ignores his master's words, as he doesnt need to respond, so he continues redressing his master for his later performance. Lifting the skirt further, Sebastian becomes drowned in the hot, stuffy layers of fabric.

He has seen his master as naked as the day he was born, not an inch of cloth to hide any sense of privacy or dignity, yet here, under the skirt of his master's dress, it feels considerably more intimate, more personal.

He looks up and sees the incredibly thin chemise and the darker outline of the boy's briefs. He can see the shape of the curve of Ciel's cock through the cotton.

It's tough to ignore how stiff it is. The organ is engorged with blood, and the heavy and heady scent of arousal swarms the demon's senses like smoke, like a deep and piercing miasma.

Yet he does not touch it or even mention it. He has a job to do.

“What is up with those men and their penchant for vulgarity?” Ciel asks, scoffing and cursing the baron and his horde of predators. His master's sweet and succulent lips twisted into a scowl, the whites of his teeth bared ever so minutely against the redness of lips so soft they'd be like pressing against a pillow. The bared molars flash and glint their bright whiteness, matching the mischievous glow of his master's bare, miscoloured eyes.

He lowers Ciel's skirt and grabs at the limp fabric of the boy's fishu, unpinning the fabric rose attached to one end of it.

“These men are entrenched in their own twisted desires,” He mutters, flapping out dust from his master's fishu, then rewrapping it around Ciel’s neck. Sebastian tries not to think about how that vile man touched it, how his dirtied, soiled hands touched something that neither belonged to him nor was even close to something he was even worthy of touching. “I would expect it to be queer if they didnt.”

“Well, you chose the damnable dress,” The boy says, grabbing at the hefty skirt before dropping it with vitriolic displeasure. Sebastian cannot say he feels the same, for the pretty pink outfit suits his master well, emphasising his feminine features and making him appear angelic. He seldom ever saw the boy in such attire. The saccharine disguise felt like a blessing, a light in this tenebrous world. “Seems you're well familiar with those kinds of men. This bloody thing is as uncomfortable as anything. I don't understand how women endure wearing these things.”

“It is a necessary evil to get the Earl's attention,” He says, raising and moving the corset cover and its delicate ruffles out to gain access to his master's corset, noticing the droopiness of the garment. It is not so easily held without a bosom to keep it snug. He undoes the bow and pulls the strings tighter after each grommet. “Now let me dress you back up. You need to be dressed with some decorum, or else the Earl will not be interested in you, and our case will be delayed further.”

“Damnable demon,” He hears the boy hiss out as Sebastian pulls tightly after pulling the string on the last grommet, tying a strong knot to keep it in place. Ciel’s small and weak lungs thought they were freeing themselves from their entrapment, only to be again confined. “You're paying too much attention to this. I'd almost think you were the one this dress was for.”

Once his master's corset is settled back appropriately, the boy looks sternly at him. “I will not have my master looking in such a state of undress. It's unbecoming.”

“It feels like you’re insisting on turning me into a doll,” Ciel grumbles as Sebastian pulls out a comb to straighten the hair extensions.

The demon has to restrain the urge to roll his eyes. “I'm not turning you into a doll.”

“You're a terrible liar,” Ciel says, his voice dripping with insinuation. His gloved fingers pressed against Sebastian's chest, his index trailing lower and lower down his chest to his belly to rest at the waistband of Sebastian’s trousers.

“I cannot lie, young master,” Sebastian says, his tongue oddly thick. Ciel presses close, his chest pressed up against Sebastian's torso. Ciel's finger dances dangerously close to his groin, which twitches as that digit drags its nail into his waistcoat.

Sebastian's fingers are still in the extensions, and his comb is dropping back into his jacket. It feels like his body is possessed by something, as he feels dissociated from the movement.

“Sureeeee,” the boys say with a look that ruffles Sebastian's feathers. Sebastian struggles to think about anything else. His body and core can only focus on the boy's closeness. Ciel's lingering aroma is potent and piquant. It picks apart the demon's resolve and calm exterior, dismantling Sebastian's veneer of control and revealing the hungry beast within.

The demon is hard, and his cock presses firmly against his slacks. The head pushes up, creating a tent in his pants, which nudges into Ciel's belly—exposing Sebastian's arousal to the teenager.

A low growl rumbles through his throat, a snarl curling up his lips as he grabs the boy's defiant and tortuous wrist. It's tiny in his grasp, and the thin, bony wrist is clenched in his fist as he pins the boy up against a wall.

Ciel has to clamber to stop himself from tripping over his own feet, gasping at the surprising hold and the unexpected tightness clamping down on him. Sebastian pins the boy between himself and the wall, his nose pressed against the boy's nape. He inhales deeply, taking ragged breaths as he drowns himself in that scent.

He presses his lips to that neck, feeling the heat radiate from the supple skin as he presses kiss after kiss. Trailing from the boy's lower neck, where his fishu is wrapped around him, up to the curve of his neck, fangs scraping the skin along his pulse point—so close to the jugular.

Sebastian longs to bite, to clamp down on that muscle, penetrate the flesh and leave puncture after puncture along his neck. To leave bruises all over that skin, marr it beyond recognition. Have the boy marked so severely that it would be undeniable what has occurred between the pair.

He knows it would ruin the case, but he's finding it harder to care. He could just invest in some concealer and have his young little master waltz around this mansion like the icon of innocence and purity whilst covered in love bites and bruises.

The idea becomes increasingly desirable, and he can't find it within himself to resist. His lips press against the underside of Ciel’s jaw, sucking the skin into his mouth, licking the skin and biting down against the flesh.

“Sebastian, st-stop,” Ciel groans, squirming as Sebastian’s fangs pierce through, trying to push himself off the wall, the brim of where the wood panelling meets the wallpaper above digging into the boy’s back. Sebastian feels the boy's cock pressing up against that pretty dress. A very definitive curve of hardness around the teen's groin. “You’ll leave a mark.”

Sebastian smugly grins against Ciel’s neck. “Too late for that.”

“Damn it, Sebastian…” Ciel hisses, his lids closing, eyelashes fluttering as the demon presses a hand to the boy's cock, rewarding him with a mewl for his efforts.

“I’ll leave you bruised and marked,” Sebastian whispers with a fangy smirk. “It's only fitting. Make the Earl think you are the pinnacle of innocence and purity, but there’s nothing innocent about you.”

“Jesus, Sebastian,” Ciel groans, rolling his head back as Sebastian curls his fingers into those faux slate blue locks. The pigtails feel subpar in quality compared to his master's natural locks, the difference so evident to his sensitive fingers. The wig is deeply embedded into Ciel's hair, some parts of the wig glued down to his scalp, and the long ringlets of hair twisted with his actual hair, making the tug the demon pulls on the artificial strands force Ciels head to move.

“He will be so disappointed he cant have you,” The demon whispers darkly. “That your purity has been stolen. Let you walk into his room covered in concealed marks, leave you dripping in cum. My cum.”

“Hghn Sebastian—” Ciel stops as the demon pushes his lips against his master, silencing him with a kiss. It is more sloppy than sophisticated. The demonic lustful urges compel Sebastian forward, making him willingly unrefined in his kiss.

Sebastian lets go of Ciel's gloved fingers, his hands trailing down the boy's shirt, corset, and bodice, feeling the shape and curve of the boy's feminine hips. He knows Ciel wouldn't appreciate the compliment, but he intensely exudes femininity to the point of appearing androgynous.

He grips Ciel’s hip, pulling him closer and hooking one arm underneath his dress. Breaking their kiss apart with a trail of saliva, he guides the boy to the drawing room couch. The boy's ruffled pink and white skirt contorts oddly from the crinoline cage.

The boy's lower region is exposed as Ciel is pressed against the sette. Scantly a piece of him is visible, but such a sight is so inappropriate on a woman. Incredibly scandalous and coquettish. Ciel's chemise was see-through, the fabric so thin that you could still see the dark outline of black cloth. The unmistakable bulge of a hard cock presses up obscenely against the fabric prison. A spot where the head rests is dark with dampness—soaked with the boy's excitement.

Sebastian unclips the boy's garters and unhooks the crinoline, the layered fabric of the skirt slumping down onto Ciel's body as the demon removes it entirely. Now, he can slide the layers of pink pastel and unmarked white up, drowning Ciel in the ruffles and ribbons of the frilly dress. The thin chemise now pushes up the clamps of the garters, which helps to weigh down the layers.

His gloved fingers trail up the socked leg, fingers toying with the boy's strap of his briefs, the undergarments the same style of those belonging to women, a piece he had deigned important to the disguise. He remembers the balking look of horror his young master gave him at the sight of it.

The demon fixates on Ciel’s throbbing cock, the member pulsing and begging for attention beneath the cotton. Sebastian grins as he leans down, blowing hot air over the damp stain.

Ciel wiggles and groans. Thin, svelte fingers clench the skirt in desperation. “‘Bastian…”

The demon lays a kiss along his master's exposed thigh, making an effort to deny attention to the boys leaking cock. Leaving it within his clothy prison. He is gentle and sensual here, knowing it's driving the boy up the wall and that he's not touching what they both know he desperately wants, but he is too arrogant and prideful to ask for.

Sebastian uses a fang to hook the cloth of his glove on and pulls the garment off his hand, exposing the mark of their covenant. The skin of his hand is marred and raised, the angry blaze of their contract against the smoothness of his hand. The black nails press against the soft and unblemished skin of his master's inner thigh.

He is loathe to remember when such silky milky skin was covered in an ugly array of cuts and bruises. Those cultists turning Ciel’s alabaster flesh into a canvas of brutality.

The demon is gentle even in his darkest moments, his carnality of desire chained by the ball and collar of the contract, not that Sebastian feels any genuine desire to harm or to maim and slaughter. He has moments of indulgence in bloodshed, but rage is not easily wrought on him.

Sebastian’s lips inch ever closer to the boy's prick, his throbbing member weeping, and he cannot find an excuse to deny Ciel any longer.

He nudges the thin crotch of the briefs and is finally out of the way, and the boy's member pops free. Its circumcised head is red, and the shaft is throbbing with a thick vein twisting up its length that Sebastian's nails press against. The cocklet is small in his large hand, but Sebastian enjoys the jolt that seizes Ciel's body when he grasps it within his hand.

“Fuck Sebastian—” Ciel groans as the demon's hand smudges the precum collecting at the crown over the tip, his thumbs sliding over the sensitive head.

“Tsk tsk, master why so terse?” Sebastian teases, enjoying the way Ciels succinctly mordant quips have abandoned him. The brainpower long vanished to his member, its small but thick shape sucking all the scurrilousness out of his tiny master, leaving him pliant and submissive.

Not one to let Ciel get the reins of the situation, Sebastian lowers his head, pressing his tongue to the base of the boy's shaft, then dragging his tongue along the underside until the little cocklet’s head pressed against his lips in a soft kiss.

Ciel's body quivers as he moans. Sebastian feels the intense pulse of the cock inside his mouth as he opens his mouth and sucks at the crown of the head. Ciel cries out loudly, uncaring of any passersby who could've heard such a wonton cry. He groans as his demonic servant sucks and licks at the cock in its mouth

“Fuck…” The boy moans, the voice short as he heaves each strained breath through the tightness of the corset.

“Enjoying yourself, Ciel,” Sebastian smirks, enjoying how the name falls from his lips. Proper etiquette states that he is never to speak his master's name aloud, and he follows the odd rules of this society to the letter. Still, the thrill of watching the boy glare and glower at him whilst wearing a pretty pink dress with his little cocklet being sucked on like candy is incomparable. Ciel cant even seem to find the energy or motivation to argue. Opting to give the demon a dirty look languorously.

“Fuck you, Sebastian,” Ciel curses churlishly. “Fuck me?” Sebastian jokes with a smug huff, letting go of the little cock. Teeth bared in mirth and an unconcealed threatening promise. “No, my lord, It is I who will be fucking you.”

Those miscoloured eyes widen as Sebastian pulls out a container that was used to stick the wig to Ciel's scalp, particularly in the areas of thin strands near his ears and the back of his head. The demon unzips his trousers and slips his stiff cock out from the sleeve of his briefs. The member is red and achingly hard.

Scooping clumps of petroleum jelly on his fingertips, he messages its thick and gloopy texture all over his cock. Looking down at his exposed and hard master, all hot and bothered and drowning his pink frills.

Sebastian thinks, ‘Oh, what a lovely dress to be debouched in’.

Ciel pales as the demon nears him, kneeling between his legs, pushing the boy's black briefs to the side, and sliding a knobby finger inside the clenching hole. His finger pushes the muscles apart and widens Ciel up, stretching him, but just shy of the amount he would need to be comfortable.

The boy deserved a little punishment for flirting with that baron tonight. He aims his cock up into Ciels puckered hole, his head pushing up against the walls of Ciel's arse.

Ciel groans as Sebastian pushes in, his length squeezing up inside of him. He grabs Ciel’s hips, fingers digging into the plump muscle of his cheeks as he jolts upwards, sheathing his whole length inside the boy's little body—the barest hint of a bump protruding from his belly.

Sebastian lifts Ciel's hips just a tad to get into a good position as he pulls away, his cock sliding out and pushing in again.

He fucks Ciel’s tight little pink hole as his cock pushes the black fabric to the side. With each thrust, each gyration of the demon's hips, Sebastian grips Ciel's hips close, slamming their hips together. Their hips collided with a slap of skin against skin, largely muffled by their clothes.

Sebastian watches as Ciel pants with each thrust, his body being pinned by the demon and the crushing confines of the corset. The boys cock flopping around with the motions of their union.

Ciel feels glorious to Sebastian. His scent is heavy in the room, like smoke in one of Lau’s opium dens, only more concentrated, more poisonous to the demon's resolve. Ciel is panting and gasping underneath the demon, and Sebastian feels the coil of desire and pleasure burn inside of him.

His master clenches around the demon's cock as Sebastian rolls his hips into the boys prostrate. Ciel cries and moans, his legs shaking and quivering with each deliberate and focused thrust inside.

“Enjoying yourself?” Sebastian breathes out, looking down at his master, slowly becoming undone with each jerk of his hips. His cock presses up against the boy's gland, sending shooting stars into the boy's nerves. The fingers of Ciel’s little hand clench as he gasps, mouth gaping, but no words escape.

Eyes glaze over in a lustful haze.

“Sebastian! Fuck Seb—” Ciel cries, groaning through a pained and pleasured whimper. The boy grabs the skirt, lifting it as he huffs and hides his burning deep blush - loss of control and resolve - embarrassing the teen with his own needs. Ciels cries sweetly, his back arcing as his cock rocks with the motions of Sebastian's hips, shooting hot wet ropes of white up and all over the pair. Droplets soak the underside of the skirt and chemise.

‘Typical,’ Sebastian thinks. ‘Of course, he’d rather not warn me and leave himself filthy, so I’ll have to clean it.’

Cum covers Sebastian's slacks and waistcoat, desecrating his clean image, but he doesn't care. Ciel's wobbly legs crisscross behind the demon's waist, pulling him ever closer to his hips, rocking through his orgasmic climax. Cries and wonton moans escape him as more cum beads at the tip of his cocklet.

Sebastian's still erect and still buried inside his little master. His cocklet is drained of what little cum the boy's balls contain. Sebastian feels his orgasm come, hot blinding pain shooting through his icy veins like lava is injected into his body as his core convulses with the intensity, and he has to clench his teeth and stare at his fucked little lord to focus on maintaining a physical form as his hips slam deep inside of Ciel at machine-like pace before cumming.

His body tenses as he feels his cock release a load deep inside of Ciel's hole. With each throb, his cock shoots ropes of thick, hot cum. His cock forms a little bulge in the boy's belly that seems to grow as sticky whiteness continues to coat the boy's insides. More than triple the boy's load shoots inside of Ciel before he feels finished, and he mourns the loss of that warm, wet tightness as he slides out of his master—a trail of whiteness oozing from Ciel’s puckered hole.

Predictably, the demon recovers from his climax faster than Ciel, but the boy still seems lost and buried in his orgasm.

He scoops a bunch of the boy's semen on the dress with a finger, watching it as the white sticky substance begins to drool and fall down his finger.

“You just enjoy making me work, don't you, young master?” Sebastian shakes his head, sucking on his cum soaked finger with a fangy grin.

[teleport-warning]

Day 5: free day

[yippee-optimistically]

hi .. 😨 so super recently i read this rly neat fic and have had brainworms ever since. basically ever since mephone left, the final 4 have been left to their own devices in the contesting grounds which r actually pretty far from the hotel. they sort of just have to fend for themselves. these doodles r sort of between fic fanart and a little bit of a concept for my own take on the idea ?? but yeah :P

if i hear any ii s2 e15 spoilers from this post ill delete my blog

[slarkzin]

Yellow Bear

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Bear || Chapter 2

Pairings: Wanda x R || avengers (platonic) x R

Word count: 3K

TW: swearing, violence, hangover, injury, fainting (more like getting knocked out but ok), implied trauma, vomiting, medical inaccuracies (maybe maybe not), concussion (+ adjoining symptoms)

Summary: You join your uncle tony in the avengers, it wasn’t your original plan but you never planned for your powers either so here you are. Now your at the avengers tower and falling for the girl of your dreams. With a haunting past and interesting abilities can you navigate your way through the challenges of being a hero? After a mission gone wrong and a cruel twist of fate the team starts digging for answers. Can tony keep them from finding out the truth?

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7

A/n so far i have four chapters planned out for this series so i hope you guys like it lol

The next morning when you woke you were grateful for nat making sure you hadn’t made a complete fool of yourself. Your splitting headache subsided slightly with the pain medicine and still in your pjs you slipped on your fluffy triceratops slippers and shuffled out into the kitchen. Wanda’s breath caught in her throat when she saw you. You were so cute with your bed head and pj’s with the cutest slippers she had ever seen.

“Ahh theres the party animal.” Tony said slapping you on the back.

“Too loud.” You groaned “need coffee.” After nudging tony away nat pressed a warm mug of coffee into your hands.

“Im not sure how how you like it but its better than nothing.”

You took a sip humming at the taste as your shoulder slumped in satisfaction. “Perfect nat thank you.” You said shuffling over to the table and sitting next to Wanda.

“It’s Clint’s morning to cook so we’re having pancakes. I hope thats ok.” Nat said sitting on your other side.

“Sounds perfect.” You grinned.

“You obviously don’t know Clint very well then.” Nat teased and laughed when she felt a burnt pancake hit her in the back of the head thanks to Clint.

“Shuddup” he huffed and went back to cooking pancakes.

About half an hour later the team was sat munching on the pancakes Wanda had cooked after Clint nearly set the tea towel on fire trying to fan the pancakes which were also on fire.

“Damn these are really good thanks Clint.” You teased and Wanda rolled her eyes zapping you with a small flick of red magic. You burst out laughing and nearly choked on the pancakes but nat started smacking your back hard enough that you stopped. She handed you some water and you shot her a grateful look as you took small sips.

You were about to make another comment when Jarvis piped up.

“Ms Maximoff, Ms Romanoff and Ms L/n director fury is requesting your presence in the meeting room.” Jarvis said and you groaned in sync with Wanda as nat stood up.

“Duty calls.” Nat winked and dragged you and Wanda out of the kitchen.

It was a simple mission really. Nothing you hadn’t done before with tony before … well … before everything. So far nobody had seemed to question your ability to fight like a pro or the way you naturally seemed to have all the experience to match some of the older team members like Natasha or Steve even. But they had just assumed tony had trained you or more likely paid someone else to train you. They could not have been more wrong. But you preferred it that way.

You threw a few things in a bag before stripping down and changing into your new suit tony had designed. By spinning your ring on your left pointer finger left then right then left again the suit appeared starting at your finger tips and then melded over the rest of your body. It was red and black. Kind of like peters suit but the mask was a skull mask. You weren’t ready for the world to know who you were and you had valid reasons for it. Throwing a few knives onto your belt and a gun on your waist you stepped onto the jet a few minutes before Wanda. Wanda did a double take at your outfit. She had to admit you looked pretty badass. Black combat boots, your mask, your suit and an old tactical jacket with the logo ripped off the sleeve and chest made you look awesome.

As you stepped off the jet you walked up to Wanda deciding to take a chance and get some adrenaline running. You whispered in here ear your lips almost touching her neck. “I love the outfit, but I’d love it more on the floor of my room later tonight.” With that you went on your tiptoes and kissed her cheek. Wanda flushed, the two of you had been flirting for a while but nothing so outright as of yet. Until now. Wanda couldn’t wait until the mission was over. Carefully she tried to retrain her mind trying to focus on the mission.

The mission was going well, good even. Nat had taken the floor above and Wanda the floor below. You were in the middle. Te hydra base was nearly empty on a skeleton crew. Things were going too well and you knew your luck would run out soon. Rounding the corner and walking down a long hallway you stopped and pressed against the wall hearing voices in the room beyond the door.

“Nat” you whispered into the earpiece. “I’ve got company.”

“Ok I’m coming, Wanda meet me at y/n’s location. Do not engage until we get there.”

Your luck however had finally run out as the door opened and the men saw you.

“Shit” you swore and pulled out your gun. Dodging the bullets and taking out the guards was second nature although you were a bit rusty. Once most of the men had fallen or run you entered the room cautiously. When suddenly a guard appeared from nowhere and punched you in the face. Your mask cracked and fell to the floor. Your cheek bled from where it had cut you. Quickly you took the man down. After taking a minute to breathe you heard a slow clap. Your body stilled, swivelling on your heals you pulled you gun on the man and froze. It was him. The man who had haunted every night terror you had since you escaped. Your blood ran cold. Ice stilled in your veins and you were afraid your heart would stop beating. Hell it felt like it had. Your breathing stuttered and you didn’t register Wanda and Natasha arriving still frozen in place.

“Guards.” The man said and before any of you could react a burly man threw you into the wall. Your head collided with a sickening crack and you fell slumped on the floor, back still against the wall, out cold. “Y/N!” Nat yelled and ran over to you while Wanda jumped into action and fought off the two men who escaped.

Nat held you close to her in her lap and check you over. She knew you would have a nasty concussion and a hell of a headache when you woke up. But what concerned her most was that you froze. She had never seen you so afraid before. And it puzzled her why this seemingly random hydra scientist had such an impact on you.

“Wanda can you cover us?” Nat said into coms “we need to get her out of here she’s out cold.” Nat said and Wanda agreed.

Careful not to jostle your head nat scooped you up and carried you bridal style in her arms out the room. Carefully she jogged slowly making sure the action wasn’t moving your head too much until you could be properly assessed by Bruce back at the compound. Wanda stayed close behind making sure to cover the three of you and taking out any of the guards along the way. Nat had actually just gotten what they came for moments before you ran into trouble so at least the mission was a success in some senses.

When the three of you finally reached the jet Wanda carefully took you from Nat’s arms who gave a tight nod before going to pilot the jet. She would be back once they were up in the sky and she could put Jarvis in control.

Wanda laid you down on the floor with your head in her lap. The jet didn’t really have anywhere else for you to lie down so the floor was the best option. She carefully stroked the hair from your eyes and inspected the cut on your cheek. It wasn’t deep but it was bleeding. Reaching for the first aid kit without standing up she used her magic to bring it over. Carefully she cleaned the cut with some anti sceptic before putting on a plaster to keep it clean. And because you wouldn’t know any better she pressed a small kiss to the bandaid and stared lovingly down at you. Sure she was worried you hadn’t woken up yet but you looked so peaceful lying there. Carefully she checked your pulse and was glad to feel it strong adjacent her finger tips. She hummed and went back to running her hands through your hair. She paused momentarily as your eyes fluttered but stayed shut. Carefully you opened them winced and then closed them again.

“Don’t stop” you murmured and Wanda smiled softly before running her hands through your locks again. “‘S too bright” you mumbled and used your arm to cover your face. Wanda carefully pulled your arm away.

“No none of that. You need to be carefully y/n/n you probably have a nasty concussion and we need to get you to Bruce before you start touching your head.” She said and pulled you closer to her front as you were now fully curled up in her lap. Tears pricked your eyes as the headache hit you in full swing.

“Aww bubs come here.” She said hating to see you in pain. she pulled you closer again and you hummed into her stomach as she still was carefully stabilising your head. Wanda giggled slightly at the vibrations on her skin and hummed in content. Soon after Natasha returned and sat beside Wanda.

“You two look comfy.” She smiled.

“Shhh too loud.” You whimpered and both girls hearts broke for you. Nat hadn’t been speaking loud at all you simply had one of the worst headaches you had ever felt in your life. You buried your face into Wanda’s stomach again and missed the concerned looks the girls exchanged before looking back at you. They smiled slightly at the soft snores they heard coming from you a few moments later.

“Should we wake her up?” Wanda asked concerned

“No she probably needs all the rest she can get its a long flight home anyway. Also here take this you never know if she’ll need it.” Nat said handing Wanda a plastic sick bag.

“She might be sick?” Wanda asked raising a brow and badly hiding her concern. Nat simply shrugged.

“It can happen with bad concussions so its better to be ready than be covered in it.” She said masking her own worry better than Wanda could.

You slept for a few hours before you felt the plane start to descend. Without opening your eyes you felt yourself being lifted from the floor and the warm tingling of Wanda’s magic surround your head as she carried you inside keeping your head stable with her magic. You turned you face into her chest and she chuckled slightly.

“You sure are cuddly aren’t you.” She said smiling softly and you simply gave a sleepy hum of agreement.

“Come on cuddle bunny lets get you to Bruce baby girl” she said mind running back to the way you had kissed her on the jet before the mission. She wanted more but knew you needed help first. She would ask you to be her girlfriend later your head was more important right now anyways.

Nat’s silent footsteps followed Wanda as the three of you headed towards the med bay, nat had alerted Bruce already that you were coming. They were almost in the clear, nat still had the sick-bag in her hand as you stepping into the lift. However your stomach and head did not like the jolt as the lift began to move and nat noticed your face pale as the nausea peaked.

“Y/n/n? Are you ok?” She said carefully. You shook your head as a spike of pain hit and a slight green tinge took your skin.

“Gimme that.” Wanda said urgently as she used her magic to put the sick bag under your chin. Because she didn’t have any hands free nat quickly went to help Wanda. Guiding the sickbag to your chin and holding it there with her nimble fingers. A second later you threw up into the plastic sick bag and sobbed slightly as it made the pain in your head worse.

“Shhh shh shh” Wanda shushed whispering encouragement and sweet nothings in your ear as you heaved again. Nat frowned at you feeling bad you were sick and she couldn’t help. Nat held the hair from your face as you finished and went limp in Wanda’s arms. Body no longer tense as you stopped throwing up. Nat brushed the hair from your face and e your eyes fluttered they knew you were awake ad hadn’t passed out again, you were simply exhausted.

“Are you done y/n/n? Not got any more?” Nat said carefully

You weakly hummed a no snuggling further into Wanda’s chest. Nat took the bag away deciding to believe you. She wasn’t grossed out she and Wanda had seen much worse. She tied off the bag and as the lift opened the two of them stepped out, you still in Wanda’s arms as nat went to find Bruce and discard of the bag.

Wanda went to set you down on the bed, freezing when you began to whine as she was concerned she had hurt you.

“Y/n?” She said sounding alarmed, if you were sick again she didn’t have anything else to give you. “Whats wrong sweetheart?” She asked carefully.

“Stay” you said in a small voice as you tugged the collar of her shirt. She was pleasantly surprised and sat on the medical bed with you laid on-top of her. A moment later nat and Bruce arrive and nat raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything but Wanda’s cheeks heat regardless. Bruce hurries to your side gently positioning you so he could see your face and he began to feel the back of your head. After hearing you were thrown into a wall he wanted to first check the site to make sure there was no bleeding.

Satisfied there was just a large bump he laid you against Wanda again. Wanda hummed and noticed nat was holding another sick bag, she raised a brow at her and nat mouthed ‘just in case’. Wanda nodded and drew circles on your back and Bruce shone a light in your eyes to check the pupils reaction. After a few more tests and a scan, Bruce determined that you had a bad concussion which made nat scoff as she predicted it from the start.

He said you were free to go back to your room but to stay away from screens, bright lights, loud sounds and to rest for a bit. He then turned to nat and Wanda and told them they would need to monitor you just in case due to the severity of the concussion. Bruce said that if you got worse or they grew concerned to check in with him and if needed bring you back to a reevaluation. He rattled off a short but concerning list of possible symptoms to expect but reiterated concussions were different case by case. He handed nat a couple more sick bags before discharging you with some pain medicine. Wanda sighed as she realised you still weren’t going to let go. She stood with you in her arms still. Its not that she didn’t want to spend time with you but she did simply want a shower. This time the lift didn’t seem to set you off but nat was ready regardless. As Wanda walked into the room you were glad you had put your drawings of her and nat away before you left. Your sketchbook was on the bedside table along with your pencil-case of essential supplies. You clung to Wanda who sat on your bed.

“You take a shower I’ll take the first shift.” Nat said peeling you out of Wanda’s arms and taking her place on the bed.

You nuzzled into her still only half understanding what was going on.

“Thank you i wont be long.” Wanda said shooting nat a grateful look as she headed for the door.

“Take as long as you need we’re gonna have our hands full with this one.” She said jabbing a thumb at you while you began to snore softly in her arms. Wanda held back her desire to coo at your cute form, instead she settled for a shower and slipped out the door.

You barely remember nat feeding you the pain medicine but you do remember it tasted like burnt cardboard and paint. As an artsiest you had eaten your fair share of paint, accidentally of course. Painting before lunch and then it getting in your food. Only small amounts though nothing harmful.

Wanda returned a while later and swapped spots with nat who carefully handed you to her and by some small miracle you stayed asleep. Wanda prayed you would stay that way until nat returned from her shower, she knew how to care for people and despite being experienced she felt out of her depth with you, she didn’t want to make a mistake and hurt you in anyway. But she knew she wouldn’t.

MASTERLIST

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

Poll's Origin Story (kind of)

Stardust wanders. That's their whole thing. They are a spirit, or more accurately an... entity? Minor deity? It's a little complicated, but what is important is that they wander, and they wander wherever they want. One day, they ended up in just the right place at the right time.

That little egg that Stardust found ended up being Poll, Of course.

It's a little hard to glean how long Poll was in the Federation labs and why they were made. Like many of the other eggs, Poll doesn't talk about what happened (if they remember at all) and generally pretends like it never happened. As far as they could figure out though, Poll had gone through all the testing and was in storage until the right set of islanders arrived.

Having spent their entire life surrounded by Federation employees, Poll's dragon form was *very* different from what it is today, to say the least.

After spending a little while around Stardust, their form changed to the one we know and love! Although since their papa is a shapeshifter too, their form resembles the dragons their genetics are from instead of their papa.

[deer-with-a-stick]

I think someone should just throw all of the BG3 companions into Dungeon of the Mad Mage. Just take the post-canon generally considered "good" endings and throw em in there.

Why? Because it would be hilarious to me and also that's like the one official module that goes up to level 20.

I won't lie and say the only thing I can think of is the team trying to kill an angry mechanical purple worm while screeching at Gale because "what do you mean we're in Waterdeep and you know the bastard who owns this death trap?? I was perfectly alright in the damn Underdark thank you very much I did not sign up for this"

[tsuchinokoroyale]

More like rad-b-gone lol

[studiousbotanist]

something happened at work tonight LOL I got heckled by a gaggle of boys . when I walked past one of them went "I think that guy with the ponytail is gay ." **LOUD MOANING**

I was too busy walking to help w a glass break to respond . but asset protections was at the glass break spot and I mentioned it and said "well they're not wrong !" but she took it seriously and asked if they really did . and if so they've got to Go . I was like oh shit ! yeah they did . and told her where they were .

but when I went back to my work area a guest let me know the same boys were putting alcohol in their pants . 👖 LOL so I found AP again and told her their new location and they got in trouuuubbbbllleeeee #WIN .

[mcrizzystardust]

i need another friend that can tell me what the hell is going on in project polaro because @fairylittlebitch is USELESS to me (/aff.)

[thumbalinabarbie]

they are on a road trip :)

[edith-is-a-cat]

fyi mutuals when you feel bad i would be there

[asleepinawell]

the funniest annoyance (bug?) I've run into in bg3 so far was with Abdirak the bdsm priest guy in the goblin camp. I managed to get in to talk to him but the second I got out of the initial conversation he took one look at my bear ranger pet and was like ahhhhh a bear!!!!! and ran out of the room only to come back five seconds later and do the same thing over and over. I even tried making my bear wait in the hall but that made it worse

like bro. I am here waiting for you to come back here and sexily beat me with your mace. you are talking a big game about pain and suffering and yet shrieking and running away from my very tame bear who is just minding their own business in a corner. sir please!!! just hit me!!!!! sir!!!!!!

in the end my bear did not get to have enrichment by watching me get whipped with a mace which was very sad for everyone

[bluntshavingrazor]

16/3/2024

Me and the three spider-girls from Madame Web (a movie I have no intention of seeing, even ironically) were in the Welsh mountains trying to escape from a group of soldiers coming to arrest us. We were saved when a giant teleporting bear came running down the mountains towards us, though we then had to escape from the giant teleporting bear instead.

Eventually we made it back to my house and I was looking out the window to see if the bear had followed us. After several false alarms I criticised the writer of this movie I was apparently in for dragging it out, until the bear rematerialised outside my garden gate. All the teleporting had tired it out and it was incredibly thin.

[hwajin]

parents have no reason in hell to ever be laughing as loud as they do