#am i just an easily entertained animal...

[yeoroot]

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thank you for the tag @broh3m3 !!

Last Song: it’s either Her (according to my YouTube history) or Kororon (according to my memory and the fact that I have a browser window open for this song to play on repeat)

Favourite Colour: Various shades of blue and on occasion, green. I’m also starting to really like red and specific shades of pink cause of the instant gratification those colors give when I use them

Currently watching: Ruze/Jurard/Bettel from Holostars. I watch them on and off, this week I was just in a mood (I needed those hours of content while playing Getting Over It-)

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: Savoury, but I also like spicy stuff!! (I keep eating chicken and every chance I get I eat those x2 spicy Buldak noodles; I keep giving myself dietary issues that my friends know me for them now)

Relationship status: Single, but I also thrive on friendships like a dog so it doesn’t really matter hHAHDAJNDAK (im aroace spec, I think. I forgot what labels to use ever since I just settled with the term queer-)

Current Obsession: Twisted Wonderland. I almost bought a bunch of perfume samples when I found out the Valentine's Day limited scents were difficult to ship overseas (the only thing stopping me is the time required to research into perfumes that resemble Jamil and Kalim). A few days ago I looked into how to make those heart magnet charms for JamiKali and several minutes ago I typed up a few notes and came up with another drawing idea. I do not think there is a way out. Everything I see is just another piece of inspiration...(I saw someone on twitter making cd charms and the light music club came into my mind 1 2 ). I also have a bunch of fanmerch and JamiKali/KaliJami doujinshis that are up on my keyboard's music sheet stand like they're family photos but this part I consider normal.

Last thing I googled: “Restrain synonym” (Kalim related but I swear its for a sfw and sweet reason)

Tagging for fun except I only really know 2 other people right now- @soup-du-silence @ohiko-artsworld

[theultimatekamehamehavoc]

so i maaaaaay have fallen deep into spirk suddenly 👉👈 without warning i don't even know how i got here sent help

[oldmanlusting]

A corollary from the earlier ask also: I am worried about the voice actor for Scrooge because while appearances are all well and good I also expect him to sound like an Aged Man, but given that the actor is like in his 40's, unless he manages an extremely deep drawl of some sort, I feel I'd have a hard time convincing myself that the voice can match up against the character design. Even more so when I read somewhere that people find the ""Youth"" of the voice actor shine through during the songs in particular, and given that this is a musical, that's quite a hefty bit of listening to a voice that might be somewhat dissonant

[deesseshesca]

PAC: Why does your partner find u irresistible ?  (18+)

October is about to get real spooky....

Good morning pretty soul ! I am so excited ... IS OFFICIALLY KINKTOBER ! For the whole month of October on my Ko-fi and Tumblr we are getting real nastyyyyyy! Everyday I will be dropping a reading. Whether it be here or on my ko-fi ... if you don't want to miss anything you can purchase my A.N.G.E.L soul tribe for the audio+moodboard+written PAC OR B.A.B.Y. soul tribe for my written only + moodboard PAC.

IS NOT ALL. Until October 7, just to finish up the love edition I started, you can purchase a reading for your future lover for 20$. ANDDDD my SEX Douala are now on sale for 25$

Rules and Disclaimer 

I am the type of tarot reader to say as it is. Nothing is sugar coated but everything is sent with good intention. If you are not ready to face some truth, you should vagabond somewhere else.

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PILE 1 

9 cups (revere), 10 wands (reverse), Hermit (reverse), Star (reverse)

They find you irresistible because you are boring. Y’all remind me of the beige character in Lazytown. You are probably the mother/father of your group of friends. You rather stay inside than to be the life of the party. You prefer being in a comfy spot with your fav blankie reading a book or even watching anime. Also you don’t mastubate and there is no dark reason nor strong conviction, it doesn't have any effect on you. You don’t really care for it. They find your kinda self control sexy. Plus you are a very logical person and you don’t date around. You also don’t fall for the glitz and glam of the world. The fact that you are not easily entertained and you choose them as yours make them feel wanted. The way you treat them is hella hot.

💌:Imma throw this here because I know y'all don't be reading intro. Y'all be to excited : IS OFFICIALLY KINKTOBER ! For the whole month of October on my Ko-fi and Tumblr we are getting real nastyyyyyy! Everyday I will be dropping a reading. Whether it be here or on my ko-fi ... if you don't want to miss anything you can purchase my A.N.G.E.L soul tribe for the audio+moodboard+written PAC OR B.A.B.Y. soul tribe for my written only + moodboard PAC.

IS NOT ALL. Until October 7, just to finish up the love edition I started, you can purchase a reading for your future lover for 20$. ANDDDD my SEX Douala are now on sale for 25$.

PILE 2 

5 cups, Queen wands, 7 swords, page of cups

They find your clinginess irresistible. I feel like past lovers often hated how physical you are. I just heard someone say: ‘’Get a life already !’’. But the one you have now loves your hug, kisses, hand holding, hair playing and back rubbing that you keep doing because physical touch is your love language. You are literally a sex symbol pile 2, before you get all self conscious on me … just know that Marilyn Monroe is a sex symbol, so is Kylie Jenner and Angelina Jolie let me throw Esther Jones and Precious (Top model) ,all different symbols and all very much SEX ! So now you can stop comparing yourself to the standard and realize you are born  with it. You have it or you don’t. A lot of y’all reading this have hip dip but baby that bubble butt… hun… let me catch my breath real quick. I feel like a lot of your ‘’wannabe’’ lovers try to get with you just for your body. I’m hearing : ‘’ Cauze 99.9% of this fuckboys can’t fuck me !’’ PERIDOT ! I know that’s right. They think you dumb for not catching their hints but I just heard someone say : ‘’ It's not my fault I refuse to speak the bum language …’’. Just so you know pile 2, I’m taking that iconic statement from you for my next insta post. It does not stop here, y’all be so skillful in the bedroom. Most of y’all have a girly girl aesthetic (even if you are a goth it still has a very feminine touch to it) so people think y’all are pillow princesses/princes. If you are a man it is because you have a clean look to you. But y’all be doing tricks on a dick. I heard  the tiktok sound that goes : ‘’ Bus, club and another club no sleep’’ but for you it be ‘’ handjob , cuddlefuck, doggy and missionary ‘’. So I ask : ‘’ All in one round …’’. Your energy : ‘’I am a ride they won't survive …’’ OK ! PILE 2! I SEE YOU! The sexiest thing of it all is the fact that you are very loyal. Y’all be having your partner as a lock screen, as your profile pic or even on your boxer or panties. If you play video games, you might get your equipment costume with their picture. That together makes you a hottie !

💌: Imma throw this here because I know y'all don't be reading intro. Y'all be to excited : IS OFFICIALLY KINKTOBER ! For the whole month of October on my Ko-fi and Tumblr we are getting real nastyyyyyy! Everyday I will be dropping a reading. Whether it be here or on my ko-fi ... if you don't want to miss anything you can purchase my A.N.G.E.L soul tribe for the audio+moodboard+written PAC OR B.A.B.Y. soul tribe for my written only + moodboard PAC.

IS NOT ALL. Until October 7, just to finish up the love edition I started, you can purchase a reading for your future lover for 20$. ANDDDD my SEX Douala are now on sale for 25$.

PILE 3 

4 pentacles (reverse), knight wands (reverse), page of wands, 7 pentacles. 

You guys are dangerous. Fucking dangerous. You are the reason  why a love witch is always going to catch a check. People are getting cut ties spell  because of the impact you have on them. You are the soul tie final boss. If you are a owner of dick you are out here hitting it raw having those ladies often older than you thinking maybe a baby with my sneak link ain’t that bad (shake my motherfucking head) . Is not their fault. Is yours. You are out here whispering bullshit but that good bullshit. I’m hearing : ‘’ I’m yours baby …’’, 'Are you almost there princess…’’, ‘’ I know baby, I know it is too much but you can give me one more …’’. Hey ! where y’all think you are going ? Yes, you , women ! Out here making men double your age believe they still got it. What’s irresistible about this group is that y’all are loving lovers. For the women, I am channeling a dilf that you met while traveling. You are out there living life like a Lana Del Rey video clip. You let that man slide it in raw, because for you it is just for fun. Pile 3, you cannot trick me. First y’all don’t use condoms, some of y’all are allergic to it. But you still don’t use birth control out here timing yourself with your natural calendar. God do be having  favorites ! That older man was mesmerized by your moaning and the way you speak some life into their sexual skills. Making them think they're the best. Loving lover + big dick/gripping pussy+smooth talk and sexy moan = Irresistible to the point of insanity .

💌: The lover that I channel for this collective whether it be the girls/boys they are done trying to manifest you back in their life. But they still miss the intimacy your share. Imma throw this here because I know y'all don't be reading intro. Y'all be to excited : IS OFFICIALLY KINKTOBER ! For the whole month of October on my Ko-fi and Tumblr we are getting real nastyyyyyy! Everyday I will be dropping a reading. Whether it be here or on my ko-fi ... if you don't want to miss anything you can purchase my A.N.G.E.L soul tribe for the audio+moodboard+written PAC OR B.A.B.Y. soul tribe for my written only + moodboard PAC.

IS NOT ALL. Until October 7, just to finish up the love edition I started, you can purchase a reading for your future lover for 20$. ANDDDD my SEX Douala are now on sale for 25$.

[seat-safety-switch]

Visiting the zoo is a lot of fun. You can see an elephant, you can see a rhinoceros, you can see a giraffe. All of these animals don't come from where I am, and through a process I don't like to think too much about, here they are, regardless.

I know lots of people don't like zoos, but if they came with me and experienced the same things I do, they would think otherwise. Those elephants are only bored if you are doing boring things. They're just like us. Imagine if you were stuck in your house, looking out the window all day long at folks wandering by and occasionally making fun of you. You'd be mad. At the very least, you'd be bored, which is worse than being mad. Now imagine some guy does a wheelie on a golf cart. Hey – that's exciting stuff.

Yes, the zoo is gonna say otherwise. They were perfectly happy with the way things have always been. When you're number one, why try harder, right? The reason why you try harder is because you care deeply about the intellectual needs and enrichment of these proud zoo animals. And also because once you pry the restrictor out of a Cub Cadet, and shift your weight just so, you can get those front wheels in the air terrifyingly easily. Sounds great, too, if you have the brains to cut a hole in the muffler first. Giraffes appreciate that, trust me.

So I'm telling you right now, folks in the jury. Do you want frothy, high-falutin' zookeepers to keep maintaining the status quo, or do you want to strike a blow for animal rights? I say we tell this judge that the case should be thrown right the fuck out, and then we can go ride dirt bikes in the parking lot, just in case there's any animals hiding in the bushes that could do with some entertainment. I am pretty sure I saw a possum out there this morning.

[hotxcheeto]

Hi! Hope your doing well i was gonna ask if u could do an ellie x fem reader where ellie is completely downbad and overstims the reader ALOT u can add some fluff in there too if you feel like it, love your work and have a good day

━ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐓

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, mean ellie, ellie is in fact down bad tho cause reader is her bby, vaginal fingering ( r! receiving ), oral ( r! receiving ), strap on use ( r! receiving ), a lot of teasing, ellie makes fun of the reader here and there ( lightly ), degradation, praise, ellie thigh kink lmfao, dom!ellie, sub!reader, reader is a total pillow princess in this

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - Look at me, being all active and stuff. So sorry this took me literal months, I hope you enjoy, it's currently 3am and I am tiredddd. But I am proud of how this ended up coming out!

REBLOG MY WORK! I WORK HARD & IT'S APPRECIATED!!

"Ellie..."

She hated that tone, it was as if a red light beamed above your head and had the words 'not happy' written across it. Her eyes flickered upwards, focusing on your blissful yet aggravated expression.

"What?" She questioned.

"They're all stretched and bunchy now."

You were going to be the death of her.

Your thighs were pressed as far back as the mattress would allow, the middle of the pink shorts pushed to the side to make room for her mouth. This meant her tongue just kept dancing up and down and up and down. Again and again, around your clit and then she'd annoyingly pull away to press a sweet kiss to your inner thigh.

She was toying with you as if you were just some dumb thing for her entertainment. And you took every second of it like a good plaything.

"I know... you just looked so pretty." She muttered between breaths like she was a starving animal that'd found food after days of searching, you though, were worried she'd rip your bottoms.

Constantly pulling and tugging to fit her desires. The light fabric was only so strong, and you were only so patient until you finally had to say something.

"Y-you're gonna-" Your head fell back, a high pitched cry filling the room as she shoved her fingers deep inside your hole. Eyes rolling back and Ellie just smiled at how pornographic you sounded. Such a good dumb girl all for her, no director could make that up for some shitty scenario.

"M'gonna what? What am I gonna do Y/n/n?"

Your breaths were uneven, as were your little pleas. You listened to them as you lifted your head up to watch her play with your pussy. It was dirty, yet you felt yourself clench around her just at the sight. Lips covered in your slick along with a bit of her chin, it made you run hot seeing it, and she nearly laughed at your flustered hum.

A part of you was embarrassed someone could make you fall apart so easily. Like a glass doll being tossed onto the ground, except she still had a care for the shards leftover.

"You're gonna rip 'em..." You pouted, hips bucking towards her mouth, almost as if it was instinct at this point. Chasing after her like you needed her, like she was water and you were dying of thirst. So pathetic, she'd concluded, but it was all just for her and that made it perfect.

"I'll buy you whatever new shorts you want, any damn color..." You shook your head at her response, reaching towards the hand holding them back to keep you exposed.

"But-" You began, but she quickly gave you a look, a warning. Her green eyes dark and almost dangerous, but they could never be such a danger to you. But for some reason you still felt a small little sinking feeling that made you nothing if not annoyed. You huffed at this, giving her a glare before you realized you were very outmatched.

"You promise?" You then replaced the sentence you first formed, choking when the woman pressed her tongue flat against you, just to tease a little.

"I promise baby." She said, watching you nod your head. "Okay..." And that was that, her fingers fucking your hole with no remorse as she tasted you. Sucking on your clit with a force that was anything but gentle.

It wasn't a surprise when the coil in your belly began to tighten. Legs shaking and body trying to run but there was no escaping the hold she had on you. At least not in this moment and that was enough to make you moan.

"M'gonna- El- El m'gonna-" She just stared, continuing to kitten lick your clit. The tips of her fingers curling, brushing over your g-spot before applying more pressure than you knew how to deal with at that moment.

The cherry on top was the moment you grinded so roughly into her face that it made her groan, the vibrations rocking you over the edge. A numb sense of pleasure rushing from the bottoms of your feet, up to your chest as you came, head pushed back into the pillow. It was so much at once you were positive you'd implode then and there.

She drank you up as well, lapping at your little bud. Listening to you choke out air and swallow your own screams so as to not piss off your neighbors more than you probably already do.

What a shame.

You nearly trapped her between your thighs just after that wonderous reflection skidded through your mind, her grip faltering for the mere moment she'd gotten busy watching you orgasm. You were all but crying, even as she pulled her mouth away. Her hand didn't move from its place though, slowly rubbing the area around your entrance. It kept you on edge, almost painful, no breaks, just her and it made you feel drunk, despite being stone cold sober.

"How 'bout I take these off?" She smiled, gesturing to your shorts with her free hand. "Hm?" She then made a noise, looking at your blissed out face which stared back at her with half a thought, grabbing at her hand to get her to give you a moment to relax.

"P-please..." It came quiet from your lips, watching her nod while looking down and carefully pulling her fingers out. You whimpered so softly it was almost silent, feeling empty at the loss of her hand and oh so bare as the pink fabric came sliding down your thighs.

"I'll get you a new pair since I stretched these ones out, alright?" You shook your head but didn't say anything. "Yeah, that sounds good, huh?" She assured, leaning down and kissing both your boobs before the valley between, looking up at you.

She chuckled when you motioned for a kiss, bending up a bit to meet your lips whilst her hips grinded into your own, feeling the way you gripped her shoulders and dug your nails into her muscles.

"M'not done with you yet." She whispered, her breath fanning your lips whilst she pulled back, tilting her head. The nervous, flustered embarrassment from earlier came flooding back as you watched her try to make up her mind about something, pecking your lips once again.

"Roll over..." She said, then let out a breath of amusement from her nose when your eyebrows furrowed. "But I've been good..." You muttered, watching her nod, kissing you quickly before backing her face up once again. "Exactly."

Face down ass up with three fingers stuffing your hole and a vibrator on your clit was the perfect way to reward you. She usually liked doing it all herself, though, when you did a good job, you got good a outcome. You had been such a good girl after all, why not give you a little something to feel for another few days?

"Ellie-"

Drool dribbled across your cheek and onto the pillowcase that didn't match the bedspread, soft moans and whines tumbling from your lips each time she rocked her hand in and out. It was agonizing, from the long minutes she spent only messing with you, but she wasn't cruel, especially not during your reward time.

"That's it... fuck you look so pretty." Her mumbles were just barely audible, along with whatever babbling mess you were managing to string together. Knuckles sore from holding onto the bed sheets so tightly but you just couldn't let go.

"You want more?" She asked, tilting her head while watching your face with a look of indescribable content, that made you smile at her, shaking your head with a few small pleads following.

"Mhm, pl-please-"

"So polite.." Her lips broke into a smirk, pupils flickering over to the way her fingers disappeared inside of you. Like a very entertaining magic show that she couldn't seem to look away from.

Only this was not an illusion. It was very, very real. And she loved it.

"Please El- oh..." Your voice died away as she moved deeper and much more quickly. Entire body rocking as she fucked you, the sounds of your wetness like music to her ears. It was a sight, a sight just for her.

You shoved your face into the pillow only for the vibrations to disappear and a slap to your ass to be the response. A shriek hurriedly overstepping the noises that had been coming from your cunt and filling the tantalizing silence.

"I wanna see your pretty face." You turned your head towards her, tears of both pleasure and pain prickling your eyes. "S-sorry Ellie." "That's my girl." She hummed, pressing the toy back against your clit while continuing on with her thrusts. Loud moans swallowing up the room once more.

"Ellie m'gonna..." She hummed, cutting you off whilst nodding her head. "I know..." The vibrator seemed to move with an intoxicating pattern of waves before then came a pause and just before you could complain, it seemed to get more powerful. Pushing deeper against you, hand only moving faster and faster.

"M'coming-" She kept it quick, hard, and deep. Giving you the best while you nearly cried from the surge of a pure orgasmic flood that raced you over the edge. Thighs shaking and body giving out against the navy sheets that had already been previously coated by you nearly three times now.

You could hear her speaking, but you couldn't actually hear her. Mutters of nonsense tumbling out along with a string of thank yous that made her smile. She could tell you were coming down hard against her hand while your mouth hung wide, wide enough for her thumb to make it home.

When she did so, she let it sit for a moment, then pressing the digit against your tongue making you gag at the sudden surprise, but she had only laughed.

Your mind was fuzzy, so fuzzy you hadn't realized that she'd slowed herself. Never feeling the kiss she then gave you just above your eyebrow, only the aftereffects of the toy that was no longer even powered on, her hand instead pulling out to massage your sensitive cunt.

Her hand moved from your mouth, gripping your hips to get you to turn onto your back that way she knew you were comfortable. Hearing you sigh as soon as she did so made her confident in her position change, besides, she liked how your tits looked in this lighting.

She then brought her hand up, moving behind your head to massage your neck since she'd kept you looking to the side for so, so long.

"Was that good?" She asked, pressing her forehead against your own before pulling back to kiss the spot between your eyes. You nodded in response, "Use your words, babe." You again nodded, this time followed by a quiet, "Yes."

She didn't react though, fingers trailing down to your pussy before pausing. Just below your belly button, her hand had frozen.

"You look so pretty today." She then mumbled, looking over your thighs once more, she really had liked those shorts.

"Spread 'em." You groaned at her lude words, though your legs came apart. "Don't talk like that."

She chuckled, kissing down your sternum, her lips ghosting over the rest until she was between her two favorite things once again. She had to clean you up now, there was no way you'd end up in the bath before you fell asleep, and all of this would go to waste if she just wiped it away now.

"Like what?" She muttered, warm breath fanning your swollen clit that was already aching for more. "Fuck, look at that, such a good little slut for me." You shook your head. "M'not."

Her eyes met yours again, your little pout making her let up, but not without a slightly longer chase.

"You're not good?" You quickly shook your head. "I am." She raised her eyebrow in response to you. "Then what are you not?" "M'not a slut."

She again, looked at you with amusement in her eyes, humming.

"Sure princess."

"Ellie!"

"I've seen the way you've begged for my cock."

You tried to look away but there was no use, she clicked her tongue and you knew she'd get frustrated if you didn't turn your head back.

"But that's with you..." She let out a breath through her nose, kissing the inside of your thigh. "You think I don't know that?" You let out a noise, unintelligible and nearing a whine. "No, but I-"

Ellie leaned forward, taking a long stride with her tongue up your cunt. Focusing her attention on the bundle of nerves that seemed to really need all of her centered right there. And in your head that was as heavy as cotton, you were beginning to realize that maybe she was right.

"How about instead of cleaning you up? I show you how good of a slut you are for me?" You choked, painted nails clawing at her bare arms. "You want my strap?" You nodded, thighs trying to tighten around her head, but she kept her firm, restraining, clutch on them both. That meant, they stayed on the bed.

"Gotta ask nicely."

She groaned as she sucked and swirled her tongue around your clit. Eyes on yours - that were blurred and emptily staring at the TV before they turned to stare at her. They had never looked so pretty though. Even while they cried because she teased too much for her own good.

"P-please.." She pulled away, much to your dismay. "Please what?"

"Please fuck me with your cock Ellie..." You whined once more, begging for the other toy she had yet to use, the few choices that stayed alongside the two options of vibrators in the plastic box that usually stayed the closet, but was now nicely sitting open on your nightstand.

"Which one?" She sat up, massaging circles into your hips. "You pick." You mumbled, straining your head only to see her pull out the biggest option, your brain dizzy just from seeing it.

"You gave me the choice..." She reminded, seeing you agree while licking your lips. Pupils tracking the way she clipped it to her pelvis, allowing the tip to bump your clit as she moved it around to adjust it. She just liked how you jumped each time it happened.

"Will you be easy though?" She made a noise, meeting your eyes. "Your choice princess, m'not the one getting fucked." You covered your eyes, peeking through only to watch her align the silicone up with your hole.

"Okay... be easy please."

Pushing in just as you spoke made your mouth stretch wide along with your entrance, pleads for her to go deeper immediately following all while Ellie folded your legs back like you were a ragdoll.

"Already begging... but you're not a slut right?" You shook your head, watching her thrust shallowly into your wet warmth, finding the fake cock rubbing against your walls. "M'not..."

She laughed, moving back and forth faster, holding onto your hips but not as tightly as she had been before. Instead choosing to move a hand in order to press down on your lower belly, watching your eyes widen and an almost scream follow.

"That feel good?" She then listened to you say yes, over and over while staring into her eyes. "More- mo-more El-" "You still not a slut?"

You couldn't answer, looking up at her with your sad stare and wobbly lips, though you were only half sad which made her laugh as she kept going. Leaning down to kiss your pretty mouth that was tainted just the slightest with your sweat that made you just a bit salty to the taste.

"Answer me.." She whispered against you, thrusting her hips back and forth at a slow, deep pace, just how she knew you wanted.

"M'a slut..." You murmured, feeling her grab your face and puff your cheeks up, chuckling as she did so. "What was that?" You looked like an angry pufferfish when she began moving quicker, making you whimper. The girl leaning down to smooch your puckered lips.

"I'm a slut..." You then spoke just the slightest louder, the sound of her hips barreling into your own soon filling up your ears to the brim. "Huh?" You wanted to cry and she saw it, grinning like the Cheshire cat when she leaned in to kiss you again.

"My good little slut, huh?" You nodded, the silicone brushing against your clit each time she bottomed out as she moved over and over again. Broken moans clawing out of your throat and out into the open air confirming that you were in fact,

"Such a good little slut, yeah? Does she wanna come?"

A mess of the word 'yes' came barreling out, holding onto her for dear life whilst she kept you folded back, hiding her face into your neck. She kissed and sucked and did whatever she pleased whilst screwing her pelvis into your own, forgetting the entire fact that she'd said she'd be gentle. It seemed though, that you did too.

"You gonna come?" You kept agreeing to her words, feeling the build up swirl around and around as if it was also teasing you now that she'd stopped. "Come baby, c'mon..."

You felt your juices drip down your ass as you came, shaking around the silicone, crying out for her to not stop. And she didn't as you squeezed around her, gritting your teeth as you came, feeling it through every inch of you. The tip just barely kissed your cervix whilst she rocked her body against your own.

You absentmindedly pushed her away but she hadn't stopped, only slowed, grabbing your leg and turning you to the side. Pushing your thighs together and looking at the way your cunt dripped with your own extract.

"One more? Okay?" You shook your head, denying it but she'd already begun to move. "Just one more, alright?" Her hand ghosted over your nipples, sore from all her play, but it felt good, good enough that you reached to keep her touch there, holding her wrist in place.

"I lo- love you-" You moaned, feeling her nod as her face was close to your own, hair tickling your cheeks. "I love you too baby..." She watched you hum, her hands now ghosting over your face like feathers as she just barely hovered above your flesh.

You were getting close again, you weren't very far in the first place though. Feeling it bubble up in your lower half, pleasure waves moving up and down with a sob of bliss coming right after.

You came hard, this time followed right after having orgasmed just before, meaning this made it seem so much more guttural as it happened again. Squeezing the bottom of the pillow until your hands shook from the pressure of your own grip.

"E-Ellie.." She grumbled out something against the surface of your neck, burying her nose in the smell of you before pulling her head away. Giving a quick peck to your upper shoulder before leaning away to look at the way your cum coated the fake cock and the mattress beneath you both, the look of your worn out and ravaged body along with your slightly overworked face then had her leaning back in.

"How about one more? Just one?"

She was going to be the death of you.

[chaos-in-deepspace]

LADS Rafayel: Caviar and Wine | Halloween Special

So anyway, out of all of these fics, this one is the most suggestive. I couldn't help it, I just love him so much guys. His branching story is also coming out soon like let's goooo.

❧ Pairings: Rafayel x Reader ❧ Warnings: Suggestive themes, blood sucking, vampire reader ❧ Synopsis: You were thirsty, and Rafayel is curious what it feels like to be bitten by you. A win-win situation...right? ❧ Word Count: 2.7k

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.

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Rafayel

Caviar and Wine

“Stupid straw…” Rafayel could hear your murmuring from the other side of the room. His gaze turned over to you, now distracted from his painting. He could see you sitting on the couch; in one hand held a metal straw with a sharp, pointed end, and in the other was a bag of blood from the hospital. You looked frustrated as you tried jamming the metal straw in, one that was no doubt dulled down after months of using it.

“You know, bags of blood weren’t made to be like juice pouches.” He interjected, giving you an amused smile. The frustrated look in your eyes turned to a full-on scowl as you popped your head up to look at your boyfriend.

“Well, how else am I supposed to be drinking these things?” you muttered, once again going to jab the straw into the pouch, only to realize it wasn’t going to work. You’d need to get scissors or another sharp object to puncture it so you could have your dinner.

“You could use your fangs.” He said, and you scoffed.

“No thanks, plastic tastes awful, especially from the hospital.” It’s not like you hadn’t resorted to that, but you weren’t an animal. You had tools for things like this nowadays, and you’d be damned if you weren’t going to use them.

“It was just a suggestion,” Rafayel said as he got up and off his stool, approaching you. His legs easily glided him over to your location as he leaned in front of you and grabbed the bag. A small ‘hey’ left your lips as he did so until you noticed he was reading the bag.

“A-Negative.” He read, “I noticed a lot of these bags are either A-positive or A-negative.” Rafayel placed a hand on his hip, “Is that your favorite flavor?”

“Contrary to popular belief, the blood type doesn’t actually matter when it comes to taste. It’s the person it’s from and their emotional state during extraction.” You explained simply, reaching for the bag, but he now held it above his head, right out of your reach.

“So what emotions are in these bags?” he asked with a smirk, watching as you put your hands down to your thighs since you didn’t feel like attacking the man at the moment. You knew if you answered enough of his questions, he’d hand it back; the man was curious about other supernatural creatures. Clearly, the ocean didn’t have any vampires, so he would entertain your questions about Lemurians as long as you answered his vampiric questions.

“Generally anxiety, fear, calm, and on occasion, aroused.” You explained to him. The last part for him raising an eyebrow, not knowing exactly what you meant by that.

“Aroused…during a hospital blood draw?” he asked, and you nodded.

“The emotional state of humans varies so much that you never know how they’re going to respond to something like this. Besides, their emotional state doesn’t affect it as much when it’s in a bag like this. The hospitals have to put a chemical in the blood to stop it from coagulating, and it turns them all sour.” You frowned as you thought about it. It reminded you almost of milk that had gone off. Clearly, fresh blood was better, but you didn’t have the heart to hunt humans down.

You had dedicated too much of your life at this point, protecting them from other things that lurk in the darkness and, in the past fourteen years, the things that lurk in the broad day as well. You would’ve never expected in all your years of living that you’d be dealing with space riffs and wanderers, but you supposed the world had a lot of surprises for you. Being a vampire meant having to keep up with the times, no matter how strange they are.

“If it’s so disgusting, you could always ask me for a meal. I think I could be convinced.” Rafayel said, and you rolled your eyes.

“Rafayel, we’ve been over this. The ven-“

“Yes, yes, the venom. Feels like you just had an orgasm so that your victims don’t fight you off. I know.” He said, holding a hand out.

“Did you forget the thrall part?” you asked, knowing damn well that you had explained to him that if you bit him, he’d be a temporary thrall until the effects of the venom had worn off. Rafayel placed the bag onto the side table and then crossed his arms, a pout already on his lips.

“Aren’t I already your thrall at this point?” he asked, the small huff leaving him to blow some of his bangs out of his face.

“No, you’re not. You’re my living boyfriend who apparently likes to die on me and then pop back into my life after a couple hundred years.” You said, poking his forehead.

“I thought we had you forget all that at one point. How do you still remember?” he asked as if you also hadn’t explained that one.

“Maybe get your mind washing drugs and magic and give it to a human next time. Sorry, but mind games don’t work as well as vampires. We’re kind of known as the master of the minds, oh great Sea God.” You said the last part with a hint of teasing as you leaned forward to give him a kiss. He accepted the affection easily, as he always had done.

Ever since their first time in the temple underwater when he cupped your face and dragged you in for a desperate kiss. When he damned his people and made you pissed off for a couple hundred years until he popped back in as an assassin, you fell for him all over again. Even if he managed to piss you off in that lifetime as well, you still found yourself gravitating towards him in this new lifetime. He was a lot more laid back now as an artist, but you knew him better than anyone else. Behind the friendly, slightly bratty facade was a man who could hide emotions. A man who could trick the entire world into thinking he was unassuming. Being a vampire gave you an advantage; you were certain that if you had been reincarnated and didn’t hold your memories, you’d fall victim to his pretty smile and funny attitude. Thankfully, you knew better. It was one of the things you loved about this man.

“I’ll make sure there’s not a next time.” He said, grabbing the back of your neck and dragging you in for a kiss, “But seriously, in every life, you’ve always refused to feed from me. Do you not trust me?” he said, that cute pout now back on his lips.

“I don’t want you to be a thrall.” You murmured, taking his hand and playing with his knuckles.

He shot you a small, yet not angry, glare, “Are we forgetting the whole Lemurian bond thing?” he asked, grabbing your hand suddenly and placing it over his heart, “I’ve never been able to deny you in the first place. How would this be any different?”

He had a point. Ever since he gave you half his heart, he had been a thrall in a sense. Still, it made you uneasy. Despite being with him for three lifetimes now, there was still so much about Lemurians that you didn’t know. He never gave information unless you asked questions, and you had to know the right questions to ask, or else you’d never find out.

“So you really want me to make you into a juice box?” you asked, and Rafayel was now smirking, a subtle blush on his face.

“If it’s for you, sure.” He said with a shrug, “Anything for my beloved, as long as we do it the way I want to.” Now you were curious.

You paused for a moment, not knowing if you ever wanted to ask, but you had to, “How…did you want to do this then…?”

Rafayel changed his position and relaxed into the chair; he then pointed to his thigh, “Right here.” He knew exactly where his artery was, and your eyes widened, and you opened your mouth in shock.

“Absolutely NOT!” you said, almost screaming, “Do you even know how dangerous that is?” you asked, completely aghast at his suggestion.

“I trust you to not kill me…and if you did, then I guess I have something you tease you about in the next life.” He said, and you now groaned and shook your head.

“You’re the worst. The answer is no.” You settled on “Either your neck or wrist. Take your pick.”

“Please?” he was now pouting, “It’s for science.”

A groan escaped you; of course, he’d just want to know what it was like. You guessed you could indulge him if he really wanted it, and you’d be extra careful, but it still made you uneasy. “One minute.” You said, holding up a finger, “You set a timer for exactly one minute, and the moment it’s up, I’m done feeding from you unless you feel like it’s making you too woozy; then we’ll stop right away.”

This seemed to be enough for Rafayel as he smirked triumphantly, knowing he ‘won’ this argument. You watched as he grabbed a blanket and tossed it over his lap before working his pants off. He then gingerly exposed his thigh and looked over at you with another cocky grin, “Come on,” he patted his leg, “Dinner time.”

“Woof.” You muttered as you grabbed him by his ankle. He let out a gasp as you got him into a lying position on the couch and crawled up between his legs. He now had the largest flush on his cheeks, which went down his chest and painted him in such a pretty light. You then peppered kisses along the exposed skin of his leg before moving it up a little to give yourself a better angle.

“Aren’t you going to…?” he started to ask, then looked down to see your fangs had come out, the retractable teeth sharp and glinting in the studio lights. You looked over at him once, then back at his thigh. He smelled absolutely intoxicating, something you’ve always wanted to bite into. Every fiber of your being told you whenever you were close enough to just go for it. He smelled so damn good all the time, and feeling the warmth of his blood pumping made you groan as you pressed your cheek against him.

He waited with bated breaths until finally. Finally, you sunk your fangs into him. Right away, the warmth of his blood began flooding into your mouth and down your chin. The cascades of it rippling down his leg and soaking into the blanket he held over his lap. It tasted just as you always imagined, like a fine caviar paired with a perfect wine. You could see how he clicked a button on his phone, setting a timer as you told him, and then he threw his head back.

Rafayel knew you told him it would feel good, but he hadn’t expected this. It felt like he was floating on a cloud after the initial pain subsided. He didn’t even register he was losing blood; all he could focus on was how fuzzy his entire body felt and how your lips pressed against him. His chest was heaving rapidly as you drank deeply from him, taking in every drop you could to fulfill your most basic of needs.

He swore he could stay in this moment forever, you between his legs and drinking from his thigh. His fingers twitched to run through your hair, but he held himself back. He couldn’t even hear the sound of his alarm through the pounding in his ears, but he did feel how your tongue poked out, licking at the wound as your saliva naturally closed it. All that was left were the puncture marks that were angry and red on him, and sure enough, a bruise would form in a day or two and mar the pretty, milky skin of his thighs. It’s not that either of you minded much; it was common for you guys to carry marks from one another.

You popped your head back up and looked over at him, your eyebrows now furrowed, “Are you…okay?” you finally asked, not knowing if you had overdone it. Rafayel was working on sitting back up, his entire body still shaking from the adrenaline of finally being bitten by his lover. Centuries of asking, and it happened just like that and ended far too soon. He ran his fingers through his hair as he looked at you with a lovestruck expression.

“M-more than okay.” His voice was now raspy as he cupped your chin, “Thank you.”

It was now your turn to blush, the fresh blood now in you making your cheeks light up, “Shouldn’t I be the one thanking you?” you asked, not able to look him in the eyes right now. Rafayel chuckled as his finger swiped some of the blood off your chin.

“I wouldn’t mind some gratitude, but…” he said as he shifted. You watched as he took his hand away and grabbed hold of a pillow from the couch, “That can wait till later. I think I need to rest after all that.” He muttered, putting the pillow over his lap.

It only took you a moment to realize why he had done that, and you barked out a laugh, “Oh my god…don’t tell me you.” His ears turned red as he knew he was figured out so easily.

“It was an involuntary response. How else do you expect me to react to you being between my legs?” he muttered, and you had the biggest, shit-eating grin on your face.

“I thought I sucked all the blood away from there, but it looks like I missed some. Besides, you were the one who suggested it.” You said, then looked down at his thigh, “However, we need to clean you up and get you something with sugar in it. I think we still have some orange juice in the fridge.” You muttered the last part. His thigh was still coated in crimson red blood, and before you could say anything else, you watched as his hand went to touch it.

“W-wait,” you said, holding out a hand, “It’s covered in.” You said, and then you watched as he began using it as finger paint. Your mouth widened as you watched him draw a little bat on his thigh, then right next to it, a fish swimming around it. It almost looked like a koi fish from this angle, but his fingers were still shaking, so the design came out more wobbly than it normally would’ve. Still, the way the bat was drawn and the fish reminded you a lot of yin and yang.

“Rafayel, are you seriously…” you began, and he smirked.

“Playing with your food, yes I am. You know, next time, I’ll need to keep a sketchbook and brush close by so we can save this.” He said, and you rolled your eyes.

“You want to paint with your blood? How edgy can you be?” you teased, then paused, “Wait…next time?”

“Now that I know what that feels like, I need to experience it some more. See, I’m completely fine.” He said, and while he did feel a bit colder and had the shakes, he was fine otherwise. Not to mention, he tasted absolutely divine, far better than any blood pack.

“Fine…but only once a month; I don’t need you becoming anemic.” You settled on, and Rafayel looked over the moon. So much so he was dragging you over onto his lap now and kissing you. The blood was still on your lips, smearing against him as he tasted himself on you. He licked at your bottom lip and groaned before parting.

“It’s not the best taste, but…” he muttered, and you let out a huff.

“It tastes better to vampires.” You explained, and he knew this. He knew every person tasted different, and their emotions could greatly affect things. He tasted like caviar and wine this time around, but maybe next time, he would taste like cotton candy. It really did depend, which was why vampires loved to taste several different people. It was the only way they could taste human meals again, in a sense.

“What did I taste like…?” he asked, and you rubbed your nose against his own.

“Kinda fishy.”

Thankfully, you were able to dodge his hand, which was going to smack the back of your head.

[o-pandora-o]

Dating Beleth Headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

Note: This is NOT SPOILER FREE. After playing the event and have unlocked few of info via intimacy, I am currently hungry of Beleth content. Please be advised that this is not spoiler free and will connect a few info from the event or intimacy info. Writing this before I completed 100% of his intimacy info (currently at 27%). Writing in gender neutral pronouns.

How is it like dating the de facto King (in terms of what he does) - Right hand of Belphegor - Beleth?

🚬 One of the loyal green flags in Hell, once he picks someone to be his partner, don't expect him to entertain others. He might have the charisma to get along with others; however, he will definitely not entertain others who flirt with him when he's taken. He'd politely say "Hahaha. Sorry to break it to you pretty boy/girl, I'm already taken", bonus points if they flirt in front of you, he'd hold your waist and pull you close to him, no questions asked.

‌🚬He would definitely call you cute pet names such as "kitten", "kitty", "baby", and "babe". He like cute things, so he'll call you something cute too wink wonk.

🚬He isn't picky when it comes to his partner, he mostly looks at what's inside rather than what's outside. He doesn't care of your gender, nor your physical appearance. Whether your thin, chubby, plus-sized, or small. He'll love you, since he chose you to be his partner out of the many people he slept with.

🚬His love language is Act of Service, similar to Valefor, he'd do anything because you deserve everything. He may look like a bad boy, but he's a good guy at heart. He'd hold the door for you. He'd take your bag whenever you go out. Honestly, he's quite used to this because he takes care of his king - Belphegor.

🚬‌If you're feeling sick he'd take a leave from the palace and take care of you. He'd cook your comfort foods, provide comfort and warmth. Even if you're not sick, he'd cook for you if he wakes up before you.

🚬‌He's also keen on things you once said. He might bring home some desserts or food if you mentioned something that you wanna try it. Or plan a date on a newly opened cafe because you once mentioned it.

🚬He always likes it whenever he does something for you, especially if you request something. He'd do anything just to make you happy. ‌His secondary love language is physical touch. He is purely consensual and will ask you if it will be okay to touch you (hold hands, hugs, kisses) especially if you're not the type of person that is fond of physical touch.

🚬He loves LOVES being the big spoon! He's pretty tall and loves seeing you all small in his embrace. He also likes to pat your head whenever you look so cute. Bonus if you pout, he'd laugh heartily.

🚬He's pretty neutral when it comes to PDA. He respects your personal space but if he needs to display his affection, he might do so. For example if one demon decides to flirt with you, not knowing Beleth is your s/o. "It seems you really are famous with the demons, no?" Beleth said to you "Sorry my friend, it seems they're already taken, Hahaha." He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close and kisses your forehead

🚬‌Doesn't get jealous easily. He trust you so much to the point that he doesn't get jealous when other demons talk to you. However, it will be another issue if he notices something fishy with the other party. He'd be more protective rather than jealous.

🚬‌He's fond of cute animals especially baby ones. He feeds stray cats and dogs, one some rare occasions he might bring home one. "Hi baby I hope you don't mind I brought home a small kitty. I was watching him for a few days now, he's all alone. I hope you don't mind haha." He cradles the small kitty like his baby, while making that sweet smile "But Beleth… that's the 10th cat this month…"

🚬‌He does not belittle anything or anyone, even his opponents or you. When he heard someone talking shit about you and your abilities he'd butt in and politely negate their comments. "Hahaha. I wouldn't be too sure of that, my baby can pack a punch you know".

🚬He's practically the son of the Black cat x golden retriever trope. He's so cool, chill, and he practically gets along with everybody. His aura screams bad boy but to you he's like a dog (or in his case, a cat) waiting for your orders and affection.

🚬‌He once thought that you might be scared of his demon cat form, but you proved him wrong. "Are you sure you wanna see it, y/n?" "Yes! Please!!" "You know I don't show this normally right? I just show this whenever I'm mad. Haha" A cold sweat drops from his forehead "Yes! Bathin told me that too! Even Harumon!! May I see it pretty please?" "Promise me you won't change how you look at me, mkay?" "I promise!!!" "Alright, a promise is a promise, okay?" He hesitantly transforms into a gigantic demon cat "…" You stared at him "Y/n…?" He meowed " YOU'RE SO FLUFFY AND CUTE SORRY I LIED I CHANGE HOW I LOOK AT YOU NOW OMG YOU'RE SO FLUFFY!!!" You run a hand into his fur and hug him He was happy and shocked that you enjoyed looking at his demon cat form

🚬‌He enjoys it if you run your hand into his fur, it makes him purr if you scratch certain places. He will sometimes wrap his body around you and it will be okay for him if you sleep on his soft fur.

🚬‌He gets a bit upset or sad if he can't see you in the days that he's busy with Belphegor's orders or errands. Honestly your competitor is his Majesty Belphegor himself in your time with Beleth. I wouldn't say Beleth is too busy like Bael, but he may be busy occasionally due to fights or troublesome issues. He might request Harumon to bring you something if he can't come home.

🚬He sometimes fight for fun, kinda similar to training. Hottest time is when he fights without a top on, when sweat trickles down his chest and abs. "Y/n please close your mouth and don't drool" Gusion said as he was requested to supervise so you wouldn't get hurt. He'd also enjoy it if you bring him a towel. "Hmm? Do you wanna wipe my swear, lil one? Just kidding haha" He likes to tease you

🚬The only time he'd lose his chill is if you're in danger and if the angels did something to you. "What did you do to them?!" "Oh ex-brother Beleth! I just removed the temptation from you! You were sinning and that person is-" The angel's head was cut off "Oh Beleth? Why are you here?" "Huh but I thought-" He saw you bought cat food and Bathin was behind you "Was guarding them like you asked" Bathin said as he saw the angel's head in the floor "Oh."

🚬‌He likes lighting up cigarettes(this is alr obvious because of his philia), bonus if you like it too. But if you don't like cigarettes (even the smell), he'd maintain distance to respect your preference (also so you won't smell it too strongly). However if you try to smoke (or if you already do) he'd really get turn on (again this is because of his philia).

🚬‌He always likes it if you dress up like a soft boy/soft girl or lolita. He always encourages you to dress up and not be shy of your preferences, since you dress up for yourself after all.

🚬Firmly believes that Beleth only have sex with people because of the NEED to sleep. But after you're with him, man he WANTS to sleep everyday. He's so comfortable with you that he wants to sleep (literally, wholesome) with you but his insomnia is stopping him. But hey you can help him sleep tho 👀

🚬‌He's pretty naughty sometimes. He'd slap your ass jokingly if you're cooking or doing something standing up, and he won't apologize but makes the most flirtatious smirk. He would often tease you especially if it makes you pout and he'd laugh about it. He would also engage in dirty talks if he seems a bit bored.

🚬His member is pretty big, and I'd say BIG, it's probably bigger than Beel's and it's girthy. Good thing Nilfheim has good pants (fuck those pants) you can't see his bulge or whenever he's having a boner when he see you all flushed up and squirming from his dirty talks or even if you lit up a cigarette for him.

🚬‌He'd like it whenever you sit on his lap (he doesn't care if you're heavy, he's a demon with demon strength anyw). However, he will like it even more if you decide to cockwarm him. He likes seeing you squirming on his lap, begging to move. He'd grip your thighs and whisper dirty things in your ear. He'd even bite or lick your earlobe. "Mmmm Beleth please can I m-move?" "Lil oneee, you said cockwarming right? Be a good girl/boy and sit still mkay? I'll reward you later" His one hand hold your thighs, while the other wraps around your waist and he nibbles on your ear 🚬‌He's a dominant top however, if you're feeling frisky, he's willing to be submissive for you.

🚬He'd praise you and pat your head in bed. "Mmmm you're doing great little one. Hm you're so tight for me now are you, baby? That's a good girl/boy" *He pats your head and he also whispers "Do you want me to touch you, baby? Mmm you're so good for me today" ‌Prolly has size kink in addition to his philia, he likes seeing his towering figure above your small figure whenever you take him. He's favorite positions being Missionary and Side windher.

🚬‌He LOVES marking you. He's not really possessive but he always laughs and feels proud whenever someone asks you or looks at your love marks and you always become flustered to answer.

🚬After sex, he always looks at your disheveled look, like some masterpiece he made and he was the painter (i mean if cum was paint then he is). He always enjoyed looking at your cum filled holes (and body) and his marks in your body. ‌He's fond of aftercare. He'll help you clean up and take a bath or shower. You in front of him while he cleans you. He'd also prepare some comfy towels and a bathrobe before falling asleep together with you. He'd sleep hugging you with a smile in his face.

A contribution to the WHB Server that I'm in! Hungry for Beleth for this past few days. Special thanks to my friend K for being hungry with me and reviewing some similarities we thought of Beleth. Will probably update this once i got a hold of his 100% intimacy information and voice.

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[meltedbluecaterpillar]

I saw your post about requests and I figured I'd ask - would it be alright to request something with Leona performing oral? (I don't mind what assets the reader has - either way is fun hehe)

I feel like the sight of his sexy fuckin face while his head is between my thighs and his arms are wrapped around my legs to hold them open so he can easily access whatever he wants to is hot AF lol

I hope you have a nice day! Remember to stay hydrated (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.��✧

Apply Pressure

A/N: Oh my dearest Alice... How you've seduced me with this thought... Unfortunately... I am a bigger fan of sinking to my knees for Leona... But... I also like this kind of service... I hope you enjoy what I've made.

tags: Leona Kingscholar x gn!afab!reader, cunnilingus wc: 507

Leona Kingscholar had bewitched you with his charms once again. It wasn’t like the two of you had a romantic relationship. No, not at all. It was far more explicit. A form of animalism on Leona’s behalf. You had something between your legs that he had hungered for. And with enough prodding and poking, convincing and cooing, he had you all to himself in the botanical gardens.  

It was an occasion that you couldn’t predict. You would find yourself dozing off in class in the early morning. And around lunch time, the lion would seek you out for something more entertaining. Today was one of those occasions. His knee parted your thighs when he cornered you, whispering sweet nothings that stoked a familiar flame in your stomach. With a smirk, Leona had you trailing right behind him with your gaze turned towards the tips of your shoes.  

Your chest heaved, thighs clamping around his head as his sandpapery tongue dragged against your plush folds. His lips pursed and kissed wetly at your aching clit. His hands held your hips tightly pressed against the soft earth to keep you from bucking against his face. Your pleas and cries fell silent to his little brown ears. It was just the foreplay. The wild flicks of his tongue that would urge your orgasm out of your shaking body was only the foreplay. Leona usually did this for the sake of his own pleasure. His tail would flick and curl in the air as he kissed and sucked, not caring for the shaking sound of your voice as he savored your nectar.  

“Leona- Please waait... Mmm’cumming again...” Your voice was strangled in your throat as the beastman continued. Tears pricking the corners off your eyes from overstimulation and your hands un-balled from fists to find purchase in his long, dark hair. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably as Leona laughed against your throbbing mound. He whispered something inaudible to you. His nails dug into your skin, tongue delving inside of your wet, silky walls as he continued to devour you. The muscles constricted and throbbed as your body shook beneath him. Coming unraveled from his light touches and the rough texture of his tongue against your aching clit.  

The moans falling from your lips was something that encouraged Leona. You couldn’t remember how many orgasms the beastman had already gotten out of you. And you weren’t sure how much more you could take. His thumbs began to press roughly against that soft spot of skin under your belly button. The application of pressure made you gasp, your voice pitching high as a sudden gush of fluid began to pour out of you. The familiar stickiness coated Leona’s mouth as you uncontrollably rocked your hips against the soft ground and up against his awaiting mouth. The beastman lapped and swiped his tongue against your awaiting hole. He could feel how boneless you had become. Limp and malleable under his hold.  

Again, this was just foreplay. There was far more to come for you.  

[collector-of-sticks]

Ramble about if I were an alien and had a lil one. Just cause I can and am obsessed with the idea of being an alien 💫

✨I wish I were an alien on a big ship just floating through space, passing through colourful gas clouds and watching the stars. I’d love to have multiple arms and a tail I could flick around and hold things with. With multiple arms I could hold a little one while doing other things like watering the many plants inside the ship! I would probably hate other people touching my tail but would happily let a little one hold it! Ideally they’d hold one of my many hands though :3✨

🌒I’d have a nursery for them attached to my room so I could check on them during the “night.” It would have a star themed mobile above the cot and a lot of books on the bookshelf about space, other alien species and planets - but they’d all be kiddie books so my baby could easily understand.🌒

💤I’d hold their hand while we explore different planets with the rest of the crew. I’d probably be the live-in gardener - gotta keep all the plants on the ship alive for everyone’s mental health and so we can use them as food/medicine. Oh! I’d definitely grow a little bioluminescence (glows in the dark) plant in my baby’s nursery so it could be a nightlight for them! Gotta keep the bad dreams away somehow 💤

🔭We could collect stickers and every planet we go to we can put a sticker from that planet into a book/passport! And of course, we’d have to take tons and tons of photos of all these planets, cultures and other beautiful things we see.🔭

🫧With my multiple hands I’d learn how to do really calming/hypnotic movements to help my lil one fall asleep and just to generally entertain them! I’d even wear glow in the dark nail polish for it!🫧

Brrrrrrrrrrrr, aliens!

What would you do if you were a space travelling alien? What would you look like? What would be your favourite thing to do (explore new plants, learn about new animals, watch the stars, play in different streams, go floating in zero gravity etc)?

[vinnsley]

kokichi ouma... nsfw hcs... pweaaase...

ur brave, ill give u that. I also had to do research if kokichi is actually of age, but google says he's 20 years old (But he fails to graduate so he's a senior) so... i'll trust that one.

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I'm gonna be honest, i haven't touched danganronpa in awhile, but something i am for sure is true, is that he's a sadistic little fucker.

(All 3 descriptors being the truth)

Due to his sadistic personality, you talked to him about safe words, and set one up. Contrary to popular belief (if there's any), he actually listens to and memorizes these talks to a fault.

Even if he teases you relentlessly to the point you might cry, makes fun of you while you're struggling to do something, embarrass you infront of people, he does care about you. A lot.

Because let's be real, he is NOT that lovey dovey of a person, especially in public. He's still cruel and a liar, no matter how we look at him.

And you dating him is like a 'go ahead' for him to use you to his entertainment. To the point your friends comment about how your relationship with him seems toxic to them. But he is kinda nice. However you define the word 'nice', that is.

But aside all of that, let's get back on track. Going along the toxic gossip train, he's really into teasing, and pushing you to your limits.

(^) Meaning that he has a thing for places where you two could easily get caught at. Public bathrooms, when everyone is out of class, etc.

Even if you're loud or not, it really depends on his mood if he wants to make sure everyone hears what you're doing and who's doing it to you, or if he forces you to stay quiet, just to watch you struggle because of him.

(^) Watching you struggle fuels his sadism, so he practically watches you with eagle eyes if you catches the slightest hint of you struggling because of something he's doing, or he's ultimately the cause of.

He would do anything just to achieve his twisted desires. But as i said, no matter how 'toxic' he seems and is, he does care for you, so he does ask you about your opinion... in his own 'kokichi' type of way.

(^) By that i mean is him turning into The Riddler and not going to say it straight up, only speaking in riddles and leaving the figuring out part to you OR he'll tell you, but in a way he isn't there. (Ex. A random letter being shoved into your dorm/apartment/house/etc. door, and not knowing who it's from until you recognize the writing and the very bad grammar.)

Okay but in all seriousness, aside from my own toxic version of Kokichi, he's into bondage for sure (both recieving and giving, but ill go further into this later), some parts of BDSM, but not fully. He thinks it's 'Weird and unsanitary. And i definitely wouldn't act like an animal or a child for... sex!' -His words.

I think he would actually be pretty kinky aside the ones he deems 'disgusting' (Ex. Piss kinks, feet fetishes, arousal from weather) but he is very willing to experiment with his lover.

Aside from bondage, he likes sensory depravation. He'll tie your eyes up with whatever cloth he can find that can fit around your head, and have enough leftover to actually tie it around your head.

He absolutely goes wild if you decide to tease him with lingerie. Especially in public. If you have a wild kinky side, he would be more than happy and inclined to explore with you.

Remember when i said that i'll go further into the top/bottom topic? Well, here i am. So thing is, he's a switch, everyone knows that, but he really dosen't bottom without a fight. And by fight i mean a huge fight, he dosen't and wouldn't let you top unless you actually beat him at his mind games or... whatever they are. You never actually knew.

Or when he's tired or just dosen’t have any energy to top but he's horny as all hell and needs immediate release.

But mostly he tops. No questions asked. But if you manage to surprise him with something that throws him off guard and you take the upper-hand... he actually turns into a submissive mess.

Because no matter how tough, toxic and shitty he acts, he's really a big submissive.

He definitely likes to recieve blowjobs from you, and giving you blowjobs/eating you out aswell.

He's a little shit, but a small part of him does want you to be satisfied with him, it reassures him of his abilities to make you feel good and that you need him. (non sexually)

Degrading is something he likes to give, but not recieve. You once degraded him during sex while you were too into it, and he immedieatly got you to stop, and ignored you straight up for a good few hours. If you're lucky.

Worst case scenario you wouldn't hear from him for a few days.... weeks.

But later he'll come back, and that's how you learned that he can do shit, but you cannot do it back. You felt it was unfair, but you did fall in love with his goblin looking ass... so you have no choice but to deal with him.

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I had 0 idea what to do for him and its so obvious... ive kept rambling on and on about him being a damn sadist😭 sorry guys, but i havent been in the fandom nor watched/played the games in YEARS. Im solely going off from desperate memory...

[luvleyaru]

MY WAITING ROOM!!!

First of all I'd like to give credits to all the PPL on Tumblr who posted abt their waiting rooms, TYSM & ILY. 🩷

My waiting room features/script.

★ waiting room pt 1?

★ there will be a Portal door in my wr that leads to my cr.

★ I can easily shift to my wr whenever I want with intentions only in less than 10 seconds.

★ my wr will be perfect exactly how I want it to be. Super cozy, HEAVENLY, and just perfect.

★ the bed will be super comfy and awesome.

★ I can manifest anything I want in my wr with a magic wand 🪄 and it'll make a sparkly noise as well.

★ there will be a tv on which I can watch anything (shows, movies, past, future or present of any drs, basically anything)

★ there will be a beautiful magical library with all and every type of books from all realities. (Fictional and non fictional)

★ my house, or let's just say everything will be clean. All the time.

★ there will be absolutely no bugs or insects. Only butterflies and cute and clean animals. Which I can talk to and they will love me.

★ I'll look, feel, smell clean & fresh at all times.

★ any food, snacks, drinks, etc etc will be available in a pretty cafe next door AND also in my kitchen and cabinet. (Vegetarian.)

★ the food/snacks/drinks/anything edible will always remain at it's said temperature and will never go bad or expire. (I can change the temperature if I want tho)

★ I can eat whatever I want without gaining weight, feeling sick or full. I'm not a picky eater.

★ I will feel safe and comfortable at all times. Nothing can harm me ofc.

★ I can function without journaling, unless I wanna write down.

★ a wishbook. (Pretty one fr) (No one can read or write in it except for me)

★ digital clock that shows me the time of my wr and cr. Time ratio is 1 year in my wr is equals to 1 minute in my cr/Dr.

★ the house resets on its own after I leave (cleaning, restocking etc)

★ I won't get my periods in my wr.

★ MASSIVE walk in closet with every single type of clothes I would like to wear. 💅

★ I can never lose or misplace things.

★ I'm super creative and have patience.

★ I can never get sick, hurt, or die in my wr.

★ I'm mentally and physically stable + healthy.

★ I don't feel overwhelmed, confused, anxious, uneasy, uncomfortable in my wr.

★ I have perfect senses.

★ I'm super smart, great at analysis, great memory, + more skills.

★ everything is peaceful and heavenly in my wr.

★ magic and superpowers.

★ I can say anything and make is appear/happen/change with the wand.

★ portals/doors for any reality I make/or wanna shift to, I can easily make and delete these portals.

★ I will not age in my wr.

★ I can look at Pinterest or any other app and make that things appear/happen/change.

★ I can change the weather at will.

★ an appearance changing mirror.

★ a book with answers to any questions I have. (Basically I'll write my question and it'll produce an answer that will be TRUE.)

★ a book with the opinions of people have of me.

★ a book with all the people who had/have a crush on me or ATLEAST thought I was pretty (gotta know)

★ a whole ass detailed analysis of my personality, vibes, aura, etc (I NEED to know what I'm like and who I am? 😭)

★ it's my worry-free zone.

★ I can waste my time here without ever wasting it.

★ a mall, best mall ever in the entire universe. (Like I said, the products or anything can not expire or go bad)

★ i can see + breath underwater and I know how to swim.

★ all my shows, anime, movies, manhwas, mangas, completed with as many seasons/chapters I want, and it'll be to my liking and If I do change smtg abt them it'll change in my cr too.

★ shows, movies, songs and allat are always entertaining and songs always sound new everytime I hear them (never get tired of them yk)

★ surrounded by nature and just beautiful views.

★ lifatube, lifagram, lifaflix, lifascript, lifadesign, lifaplay immerse, lifaplay infinite, lifasmaus, lifaffs etc etc (uh my mind knows what I mean)

★ lifa app, lifa journal + lifa pen, and more ++

★ LILA (TYSM FOR THE IDEA) my personal ai assistant robot who'll help me with anything I want and will understand me deeply. I just need to call for her and she'll immediately appear in front of me and etc.

★ good wifi 24/7.

★ a Tv in which I can see future, present, past of any dr, cr and allat.

★ in my wr I can see my life (of cr) as a show/series or wtv (from my birth to present yk) and get to see all those edits, comments and posts abt my character (me in my cr) etc.

★ my house is obviously super big, always clean, comfy, and just perfect for me and to my liking.

★ I'll never feel lonely, alone, unsafe in my wr.

★ my wr will have everything I desire and more, and it'll be all clean and organized and allat

★ I'm the only person in my wr if I ever feel lonely I can just script and manifest someone here for a bit. It'll be all so peaceful.

★ using my phone, watching shows or anything will NEVER leave my brain fried out or exhausted or anything instead I'll just feel better.

★ good attention span, and I can read any book in less than an hour and actually remember what I read.

★ rage room, arcade, pool, superpowers testing room, portals room, cinema room, gaming room, and more unexpected but fun rooms (surprise me lol) etc etc.

★ also, in my portal room, there will be fun drs to which I can shift to if I'm bored and allat.

★ my bedroom will be PERFECT. with the bestest view ever.

★ intrusive thoughts will never manifest.

★ I can think of things to script that I wouldn't have thought of in my cr.

★ it'll all feel so natural, normal, and just peaceful.

★ I can manifest things for my cr/dr from my wr.

★ I have my exact copy of my phone and laptop (but yk completely setup) in my wr.

★ my wr is easily accessible from any dr and cr.

★ a multidimensional robot therapist who understands me deeply and allat lol

★ whenever I shift to my wr I'll feel the softest bed under me, and smell vanilla and just feel at peace.

★ a website where I can enter any prompt and It'll generate a whole movie/show/ animated/live action and allat.

★ an ai roleplay website that writes the perfect responses for u and never break character. And more.

★ lifapedia, wikipedia for shifters.

★ I can fly, teleport, use telekinesis and more superpowers.

★ nothing can get dirty or expire or go bad.

★ a dustbin that have like infinite storage for trash and shi idk.

★ my wr will be exactly how I want it to be like and even more better.

★ Ghibli studios vibes

★ my subconscious mind will fill in any other things/details that I forgot to write.

★ AND MORE MORE MORE

[ashdreams2023]

Hello! Can I please request a Loki x reader oneshot where them and all the avengers go on like a private cruise but reader gets sea sick so Loki takes care of her the whole time?? 😁 (sorry if this is a weird request lmaoo I just have bad sea sickness🥲)

More Loki comforts on the way!

Sea sick

"Are you good in there?" Loki spoke to you from behind the bathroom door.

"I want to die…" the taste of vomit was fresh in your mouth and your head was spinning whenever you looked up and was reminded that the place was actually moving.

You really thought this was a good idea for you to come, knowing damn well you get dizzy from a ride on a small boat let alone a whole cruise.

It took fifteen minutes for it to kick in, you ran to the nearest bathroom and emptied your stomach, Loki looked alarmed to say the least, you hadn’t bothered telling him or anyone about your issue.

"I’ll get some clean clothes" he said stepping away from the bathroom door, you sighed and laid your head on the toilet lid tiredly, your swimsuit long thrown away and you sat butt naked on the floor heaving like a dehydrated animal and probably looked like one to a random passerby.

After what felt like hours but was actually three minutes you pushed yourself off the bathroom for and flushed the toilet and sat at the edge of the small bathtub.

Loki walked in holding a pair of pajamas and a glass of cold water "can you stand?"

"I don’t know…"

He sighed and gave you the glass of water then pulled your hair out of your face and ran his cold hand over your forehead and the back of your neck like an ice pack.

Eventually he helped you into the room and put some clothes on you, you laid your back on the header of the bed and tried to avoid looking at the window.

"I’m guessing you’re not hungry after all of that"

"Ya think?"

He rolled his eyes then sat beside you with his cold hand pressing on the exposed skin of your collarbone and your neck.

"I had really nice swimsuits…I even got waved…" you mumbled.

Loki snorted then kissed your temple "you could’ve easily said no and we could have went to the beach instead"

"But there’s not free food and entertainment at the beach"

He raised a brow at you.

You pouted and hid your face on his chest "Fine I couldn’t enjoy either…I guess you have a point but it’s too late to back down now…and I dragged you with me, you should be drinking margaritas with the guys not babysitting my dumbass self"

"Nonsense, I can order room service, plus I have no interest listening to Clint’s drunk self babbling about arrows"

"Are you sure? I can sleep it away, I don’t want to ruin the trip for you even more"

"I am 100% ok with staying here with you, I only came because you were coming, so just relax and perhaps later I can get you put something in your belly and don’t worry about your waxing adventure…it won’t go to waste" he chuckled noticing your ears turning red at the last bit and held you until you were ready to stand on your own again.

[even-disco-baby]

ESPIRIT DE CORPS  — The lieutenant is aware that you adore him. Painfully so. You aren’t exactly subtle about it.

Oh god. I’m not? Oh fuck.

Good! I wasn’t trying to be *subtle* about it.

Hey. No need to get personal.

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — Sorry, boss. His thoughts, not mine.

In any case, he is aware. Your adoration is plain for all to see, even for such an island of a man as the lieutenant is. Or once was, perhaps. And his own feelings toward you are… difficult to describe, but they are there. 

EMPATHY — Strong feelings. 

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — He doesn’t know if they can be called love, but it is a thought that has occurred to him. In a broad sense, they surely are love of *some* kind, at the very least. You are his friend. He cares for you. And…

HALF LIGHT — And he is afraid of you.

EMPATHY — And he is afraid *for* you.

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — And he is afraid for himself.

YOU — Afraid? Why?

INLAND EMPIRE — You know why. Do not fool yourself. You, with the scaffold of you all awry. There is no part of you that offers him sure footing.

ENDURANCE — Even your body… One way or another, he knows that he’ll probably be the one to find you dead, and it could come any day.

I hope it’s soon.

I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.

No! I don’t want to do that to him…

Wait a second! Who said anything about dying?! I’m turning over a new leaf! I want to live!

PAIN THRESHOLD — Oh, Harry… You still don’t understand, do you? You’re already dying. You’re a miracle, really. You know you nearly had a fatal heart attack just from stubbing your toe in the dark this morning? It’s no longer a matter of if, but when.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Hey, you’ve always known that you were gonna be here for a good time, not a long time! The lieutenant ought to take a page out of your book, instead of being such a miserable, lonely old man.

RHETORIC — No offense, but I don’t think that the partying has made you any less miserable, lonely, or old. 

KIM KITSURAGI — Your partner takes another long drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke fill his lungs. He holds it there for a moment, then slowly breathes it out into the night.

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — He accepted a long time ago that this ritual may very well be the death of him, too. It’s a risk that he has made far more calculated by his rigid discipline. He would find it difficult to live without these small indulgences, but nearly impossible if he granted them too much power over himself.

And so it is with *you.* He can indulge himself with questions, imaginings. What it would be like to lower his spines and be a softer kind of animal. But he cannot give these feelings any more power over him than this, or it will be the death of him.

YOU — …Am I really so bad that I would kill him?

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — No. Worse than that, you would *change* him. You or anyone. To entertain the notion of true love as anything more than a pleasant, unattainable dream would be the death of the man that he has built himself into over the decades. He would become something so much smaller and more vulnerable. An animal with a soft belly exposed to the world.

YOU — Is that really anything to be afraid of?

HALF LIGHT — It is the only thing that there is to be afraid of.

INLAND EMPIRE — He is right to be afraid. The world is nothing but a series of patterns, so easily disrupted and changed and lost forever. There is no sense in any of it, no grand reason that makes any of it worth the terror and the pain. The world will swallow you both and then be swallowed whole. Après le monde, le gris. Après le gris… rien. There is nothing that either of you could offer the other to change this. In the face of it, your small bodies and your fleeting thoughts become so unbearably absurd. 

VOLITION — No. It is bearable. 

YOU — It is?

VOLITION — It is the only thing that there is to bear.

[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love (Book 3) Chapter One

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon!Reader

Chapter One: One Hell of a College

Summary: Ciel is given a new assignment, and Sebastian and (Y/N) find a way to blend in at Weston College.

Mouse Note: We're jumping right into the plot! Also, MC and Sebastian as a couple looooove to, you know, be in love. Writing them makes me blush. But, welcome back to One Hell of a Love! I had a ton of fun writing the Public School Arc. I have no idea if my updates will get ahead of the anime so just be wary of that (I read the manga so sometimes I am unsure). But please enjoy, feel free to comment (it's encouraged because it helps me stay motivated), and welcome back to the series!

            “Hello, darling,” said Sebastian, smiling at (Y/N) as he finished plating Ciel’s afternoon tea. On the tray lay a letter from the Queen, the seal easily recognizable.

            “My love,” said (Y/N), letting him pull them in for a light kiss. “Sneaking kisses in the halls? How scandalous.”

            “But you tempt me so,” said Sebastian with a smirk. “How can I resist?”

            (Y/N) let out a light laugh before turning around to walk with him towards Ciel’s office. Since their confession, the pair of demons had been quite satisfied together. They doubted the humans knew they were together, but they didn’t care. Their connection was different than humans’, their relationship didn’t follow the rules set by the ruling class.

            Besides, (Y/N) and Sebastian were singularly minded demons. Sebastian still had a job to do, and (Y/N) was entertained enough to continue helping him. Having a relationship merely added to their enjoyment of existence together in the otherwise monotonous, dull living and contracts.

            What was a little fun with the demon they love if not adding spice to existence?

            Sebastian knocked lightly on Ciel’s office door, and Ciel acknowledged their arrival. (Y/N) opened the door, and Sebastian rolled in the cart. Pleased with himself as usual, Sebastian announced the day’s tea and cake combination. He also offered Ciel the letter from the Queen, but Ciel opted to eat his sweet treat before attending to business. Sebastian and (Y/N) suppressed amused smirks at Ciel pushing back work in favor of treats.

            Finaly, Ciel unsealed the letter.

            “ ‘To my dear boy,’ ” he read. “ ‘The Campania incident was a frightful calamity. Have you already recovered? Are you enjoying your Easter? For my part, though Easter is here at long last, I find myself unable to whole-heartedly enjoy the holiday as there is something that weighs upon my mind.

            “I am worried about Derrick, the son of my cousin Duke Clemens. Derrick is in the fifth form at Weston College. But for some reason, it seems he has not returned home since last summer. He used to write home every day, but his letters abruptly stopped as well…The anxious duchess has called at his house, but he refuses to return home and so on. If it was Derrick alone, we might chalk it up to a rebellious phase. However, other students have also not returned home. I wonder what in the world could have brought about this behavior.

            “Because his only son is acting thusly, Duke Clemens continues to lose heart…The whole affair has me very concerned indeed. I pray my loved ones can enjoy Easter in high, peaceful spirits as soon as possible. Victoria.’ ”

            Sebastian considered. “So, in short, Her Majesty has charged you to investigate the reason why students have failed to return home from Weston College.”

            Ciel nodded. “Public schools are independent institutions that refuse all government intervention, so it’s hard to lay a finger on them. Rather, those involved with the school don’t want to publicize their internal circumstances by making waves.”

            Sebastian raised a brow. “Worrying about appearances even at a time like this. My, my, this is why humans are so tiring.”

            “You understand vanity quite well,” said (Y/N), smirking.

            “I am one hell of a butler,” said Sebastian. “Of course I must act accordingly.”

            (Y/N) simply looked at him in amusement.

            Nearly rolling his eyes at their obvious flirting—Ciel was not nearly as oblivious as the other servants—Ciel spoke. “I’d like someone to infiltrate the school, but Weston usually only lets in the sons of aristocrats. Those with titles are few, and I’m acquainted with most of them. If it comes down to sneaking in, a disguise would be dangerous.”

            “So you will go as yourself?” said (Y/N), tilting their head.

            “I have no choice,” said Ciel, taking a sip of his tea. “And I certainly wouldn’t mind having the Queen in my debt. The problem lies not in whether or not there’s an open place at Weston.”

            “If there is none, you simply need to make one,” remarked Sebastian with a light smirk.

            “I’ll handle the investigation within the school,” said Ciel. “Sebastian, (Y/N), you will have to support me without being discovered yourself. How you go about it is up to you.”

            Sebastian and (Y/N) bowed. “Yes, my lord.”

            (Y/N) knew that that order—“up to you”—would be put to good, entertaining use.

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            “What is our plan for assisting the Young Master?” said (Y/N), sitting down in the library of the Phantomhive Mansion.

            “You do not think we will simply lurk in the shadows until needed?” said Sebastian. “It would give us quite a few private moments.”

            “As lovely as that possibility is, I suspect you have more planned,” said (Y/N), leaning their head on their hand with a sharp grin.

            “Perceptive as ever,” said Sebastian, pleased at (Y/N)’s acumen. “I feel we can better keep an eye on the situation and gather our own information as housemasters.” As adults in the college, they would be able to go places at times students weren’t—imperative for investigations.

            “Playing professors?” (Y/N) considered. “I haven’t done that yet, and I rarely play a masculine role. It sounds fun.”

            “I’m certain you’ll do wonderfully,” said Sebastian. “And I look forward to seeing in a more masculine role.” He knew for damn sure he’d be just as attracted to them no matter what form they took—he loved who they were, not their appearance. That meant little to demons.

            He tilted his head. “However…we should try to craft the proper disguise for your role.” Sebastian put his hand on his chest. “I have the perfect outfit for myself, but we shall have to see how you look.”

            “I can look masculine,” said (Y/N).

            “You can,” agreed Sebastian. “But I want you to look dashing, not just masculine.” He smirked. “Come alone, darling.”

            “You’re doing this to play dress up,” said (Y/N), smirking as they stood to follow him.

            “Or to undress you,” said Sebastian.

            “You’re insatiable.”

            “Positively gluttonous~”

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            “I think robes would add to the outfit,” said Sebastian as he finished buttoning (Y/N)’s vest.

            They rolled their eyes. “I can’t wear a professor’s robes until I am hired. This is enough, I’m sure.”

            They wore a dark grey button-up with black pants, a black vest, a tie, and a coat overtop (which would become robes if hired). Around (Y/N)’s neck hung a silver cross. Some religious figures would claim the demons wouldn’t be able to handle the holy symbol, but they would be wrong. Unless being used with some sort of religious or divine magic, they were fine wearing it. In fact, (Y/N) and Sebastian knew that being religious would help them get the jobs as housemaster and assistant—they’d be seen as intelligent, well-rounded individuals.

            “You do look quite handsome,” said Sebastian, brushing a hand over (Y/N)’s hair fondly. They had altered it slightly, too, in order to fall in a traditionally masculine style (the length would never matter, though, since men like Viscount Druitt were as respect as Lord Midford, it was just the styling to present more masculine). “However, we could run a test.”

            “Go on,” said (Y/N), smirking. They were looking forward to learning what Sebastian was suggesting.

            Sebastian stepped out of the room and called down the hall. “Mey-Rin, come here, please.”

            “Of course, Mr. Sebastian!” said Mey-Rin, running down the hall. She, unsurprisingly, tripped, but Sebastian caught her and set her upright before she could knock anything over.

            “Really, Mey-Rin, you must be more careful,” tutted Sebastian.

            “S-Sorry, I am,” said Mey-Rin sheepishly, red as usual.

            “Now that you’re here, I need you to see someone,” said Sebastian.

            “Is it a guest?” said Mey-Rin nervously.

            “If you’d like to classify them as so,” said Sebastian, his words avoiding a lie with practiced ease. He stepped to the side, and (Y/N) stepped into their masculine role.

            “Hello, Mey-Rin,” said (Y/N), smirking.

            Mey-Rin’s eyes widened, and a heavy blush appeared on her cheek’s like it did when she faced Sebastian. Obviously, she found this masc form of (Y/N)’s quite attractive (and who could blame her?)

            “Oh, uh, sir, uh, h-hello! Nice to meet you!” She bowed awkwardly and ran off.

            (Y/N) watched her in amusement. “I barely changed my form, and yet that’s the reaction I got.” They smirked at Sebastian. “I think this disguise will work perfectly. Humans always do love a nice face and figure~”

            “They do indeed,” said Sebastian.

            “And I know another being who likes to look at me,” teased (Y/N).

            Sebastian smirked with sharp teeth, not caring in the slightest to look away.

            “Now that we have our plans,” said (Y/N), continuing on, “We should ensure there are…job openings for us.” They glanced at Sebastian. “Don’t you agree?”

            “Indeed,” said Sebastian. “I’m sure there will be an opportunity quite soon.”

            They shared devilish grins which promised murder. They were going to have fun at Weston College.

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            “Heave-ho!”

            The students of Sapphire Owl House threw their arms up, and Ciel was tossed up by the white sheet. It was an unusual welcome party (though Ciel had worried about hazing), but Weston College was already proving a bit…strange anyways.

            “Well, how do you like the traditional welcome of our house?” said Clayton, grinning. “Devote yourself to your studies all the more as a member of Sapphire Owl house, do you hear? Okay! Toss him higher next. One, two—”

            “What is the meaning of all this racket?” snapped an authoritative voice.

            “Dash it all!” cried one boy.

            “It’s the Housemasters!” said another, freezing as they realized they were caught.

            Ciel rolled haphazardly from the sheet to the ground with a yelp.

            “Clayton,” said a second calm, though commanding, voice. “An upperclassman such as you is involved in this? I’m ashamed.”

            “Explain yourself.”

            “Well, er, this is our house tradition…” said Clayton, formal as ever but a bit hesitant.

            “My, my, tradition is all well and good, but try not to overdo it.”

            Ciel looked up while someone knelt before him.

            “So you’re the new Phantomhive boy.” (Y/N) smiled at him with a hand outstretched. “Hello, I am Assistant Housemaster Noir.” Now their outfit was completed with robes instead of a jacket.

            “And I am Housemaster Michaelis,” said Sebastian, dressed in his own set of housemaster robes. His hair was pushed back, and glasses balanced on his face. He smiled. “Welcome to Sapphire Owl House.”

            Ciel’s eyebrow twitched. So this was how they planned to get in to Weston College. Ciel hated Sebastian as a teacher, and now he was stuck with him.

            Demons.

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            Ciel, Sebastian, and (Y/N)’s time at Weston College commenced and was as British as it could be. It was a highly regulated school that raised its students into diligent workers and well-rounded men while also catering to aristocrats. Now, they tried to teach diligence by having the boys do certain chores occasionally, but when Ciel had to clean the dining hall…It of course became Sebastian and (Y/N)’s chores instead of Ciel’s.

            “Sebastian,” he called, pulling off his eyepatch.

            In an instant, Sebastian appeared beside him, and (Y/N) only took a moment longer to follow Sebastian.

            “Right here,” said Sebastian.

            “Already calling upon help? My, not even a day has passed,” said (Y/N).

            Ciel ignored the teasing and faced them with his hands on his hips. “It seems that Derrick has been transferred to another house.”

            “We did check the student roll and found the same information,” said Sebastian, flipping the clipboard paper over. “His name is on the list of Violet Wolf residents.”

            “An abrupt change,” said (Y/N). Their nose twitched. They didn’t trust it.

            “He should be at his house now,” said Ciel. “I’ll go there directly, so you tidy up here.”

            “Very good, sir,” said Sebastian, bowing as Ciel ran out of the room.

            “Now, then,” said (Y/N), taking off their long robes and surveying the mess in the dining room. “To work, Sebastian?”

            “To work,” confirmed Sebastian.

            He smirked. They were about to clean this room so well that it would be inhuman. (Poor Ciel was going to be heralded as an excellent cleaner and be asked to do it more often. He’d hate that, and what was Sebastian to do if not make some small irritation for his master?)

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            Sure enough, once the dining room was spotless and Ciel had returned (unsuccessful) from Violet Wolf, he was giving great praise by Clayton at the amazing job he’d done cleaning.

            “Mr. Michaelis, Mr. Noir!” said Clayton as he spotted the housemasters. “Please feast your eyes on the dining hall! Phantomhive put it in order.” He patted an irritated, exhausted Ciel on the shoulder.”

            “Nice work, Phantomhive,” said Sebastian with an innocent smile while Ciel glared at him.

            “Truly an excellent job,” said (Y/N).

            “You, too, sirs,” said Ciel, gritting his teeth. Then, he paused. He could use this to his advantage. He needed to get close to the Prefects, and since Clayton was Bluewer’s Drudge…he needed to get close to Clayton.

            “I’m very glad to hear that my work pleases you so!” said Ciel, suddenly grinning brightly. He put on a performance of boyish gratitude and eagerness. “You see, I’m actually quite good at housekeeping and such!” He saluted. “So, please, Clayton, consider me at your service whenever you need aaanything done.”

            What a brat, offering up our services, thought (Y/N). That being said, his manipulation of others was entertaining. They supposed it was a fair tradeoff.

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[oneforthemunny]

Are you still doing the blurb requests? If so I’d like to request modern!steddie dealing with their drunk girl.

yes i am lol! i kinda forgot about it my bad lol. but yes!

"Can you- fuck- can you just stand?" Eddie's tone clipped, coated with irritation, hands under your arms while you went slack in his arms.

"I don't wanna go home!" You whined, slurred and childish. It made Eddie roll his eyes, fist hammering on the door.

"Too bad. We're already home. Stand up, holy shit- Steve!" Eddie pounded on the door, one hand under you, teeth grit in annoyance.

Thirsty Thursday at the local college bar, where you and all your friends went in undergrad because they didn't card and the drinks were half off every Thursday night. Eddie opted to come with you, just in case.

He was glad he did after your fourth frozen margarita, head lolling at the table, cackling loudly and throwing your head back, almost falling out of the chair.

"I'm gonna let you fall." Eddie warned, grunting as he tried to lift your dead weight. You'd gone slack in his arms, whining and trying to pull out of his grasp.

"I'm being serious, stand up, or I'm gonna let you fall." He wouldn't, not intentionally, but he was about to drop you, with every slide of your legs out from under you.

"No you're not." You mumble, bratty even through your current boozed state.

"Stand up, baby, I'm serious. Goddamit, Steve! Where the fuck..." Eddie hissed, kicking his boot against the door. The wood of the door moved, curving at the impact.

"Calm down, I'm coming! What the fuck is even-" Steve swung the door open, Eddie pulling you up with a grunt, eyes narrowed and hard. "Oh." Steve hummed, looking at the two of you.

"Harrington, help me." Eddie snapped.

Steve smirked, hand sneaking under your other shoulder, the two pulling you easily into the house. "Guess it was a good night?"

"She's fucked." Eddie shook his head. "Threw up in the Patterson's yard."

"You're just a messy girl, hm?" Steve grinned, amused at your pouty face, fighting the sleep that threatened to overcome you.

"'m not." You whine, words jumbled in your mouth, slurring together.

"You are." Eddie rolled his eyes. "Acting so bad tonight for me."

"Uh-oh, did you act bad for Eddie?" Steve teased, voice lilting into a nearly mocking tone.

Normally it would make you roll your eyes, annoyed that they'd talk to you like a child. Now, it made you whine, a nasally huff, lower lip protruding. "I-I didn't even mean to be bad." Your eyes fluttered, glassy gaze, mascara smudged gently under your eyes.

"I just wan'd to have fun, and-and Eddie," You pointed at him accusingly. "Made me leave! He was being me-mean to me first." You mumbled, head lolling back onto the sofa.

"No, no, uh-uh, up." Eddie shook his head. "You're not sleeping here. Wake up."

Steve laughed at the whine you gave, arms flailing all sloppy and pathetic in a little fit. It was cute, entertaining really. You blew a puff of air through your lips, vision sliding in and out of focus on Eddie.

"You're bein' re-hiccup!-really mean to me tonight." You mumbled, reaching for him anyways.

Eddie rolled his eyes, letting you wrap yourself around his torso, arms around his neck so he could lift you. He shared a look with Steve, rolling his eyes.

"Get a trashcan." Steve grinned, arms crossed over his chest. "Roll her on her stomach."

"Yeah, yeah, I got her, Harrington." Eddie grunted lightly. "Next time you can deal with her. Fuckin' animal."