#i will not elaborate with the last one teehee

[martisno]

You get my magoranza sketches because i'm mental

[todayisafridaynight]

time a flat circle why the hell am i usin the same loafers i bought for one cosplay of my fave antagonist for another fave antagonist

[artdcnaldson]

okay but PLEASE elaborate on Olympics!Art AU

TeeHee

Rating: E (18+)

Warnings: SMUT (p in v), feral obsessive behavior, infidelity

A/N: And you would do it too, that’s all I’m saying. Also IMPORTANT note: I love Tashi, she is a mother to many. However this fic has a very obsessive reader who just wants to fuck a married man, at Tashi’s expense

Maybe you were a bad person.

You’d met Art and Tashi Donaldson before— a year back at an event held for Tennis’ rising stars. That was you, some other guys who had done well in the Juniors, a girl from an Ivy League, and more people that fell into the blind spots of your interest..

You must’ve looked so sweet in your formalwear, approaching the couple with shaking hands so you could say just how big of a fan you were. You had no ill intent then, not when you were face to face with two people you’d idolized since you were twelve and watching the Junior US Open. That night you’d taken a deep breath as you stared at the ceiling of your home, feeling like you’d made it.

Sure, Art was handsome, and you’d lived the past decade harboring a massive celebrity crush on him, but he was married, he was untouchable. Art Donaldson oozed that sweet, devoted husband shtick. Anniversary posts, birthday posts, Valentine’s Day posts, Mother’s Day posts. He had a daughter, he posted about how much he loved being a dad.

You were fine accepting that your fantasies of fucking Art Donaldson were strictly fantasies. But that was before you qualified and had to see him every fucking day.

Art Donaldson, who held open doors for you, who talked to you casually, like he might an old friend. Art, who stood in the long line in the food court with you, ate something he probably shouldn’t have, and asked that you don’t tell Tashi.

And you’d smile conspiratorially, and assure him his secret was safe with you. The implication being that you’d keep that secret, and more. As many as he’d ask you to, really.

You’d see him on a practice court, running drills with his wife, and feel the heat of jealousy in the pit of your stomach. You’d turn away, focus on your own game, practice until your hands were aching and sore.

“Where’s Mrs. Donaldson?” You asked one night after you’d been sexiled and had to sit out in the hallway waiting for your roommate to finish up. Art leaned against the wall, standing tall above you, so you had to crane your neck. You liked that point of view, on your knees looking up at him, you wondered if he liked it too.

“Oh, she’s staying in a very nice, very expensive hotel room with our daughter right now,” he said with a grin. “As soon as my events are done, that’s where I’ll be too.”

“Oh,” you said, bringing an easy smile to your lips. “Well, we’re all glad you’re here now.”

“We?” He questioned.

You gave a coy smile, batting your lashes so sweetly. “Maybe just me.”

There was a strange expression on his face for just a moment. Then he laughed like it was nothing. He wished you a goodnight and good luck in your matches the next morning, and disappeared into his own room.

You medaled in women’s doubles. They published photos of you and your partner biting the silver between your teeth. That same day, Art Donaldson took home gold. You were there to see the very end of his last match— every single collision of racket against ball, every step, every grunt of exertion. Your thighs clenched as you watched, fists balled up in the fabric of your skirt.

You wanted him in a needy, desperate sort of way. Like a groupie for a rock band, or a virgin being sacrificed on a mountaintop. You watched him celebrate with a kiss from Tashi and felt that same need like an open wound. Jealousy was festering in you like a rot.

The dive bar wasn’t what you’d expected. Something Art had found with a quick google search and a few minutes with a translation app. He’d knocked on your door to invite you, wearing the beaming smile of someone on top of the world.

“So you’ll come?” He asked after he told you all about it.

“Mhmm,” you said, heart hammering against your ribs. “I’ll come.”

And there you were— in a dress that hardly qualified as such— standing so close to him that you could smell his expensive cologne. His arm would brush yours, he’d glance over and apologize with a warm hand to your arm. You’d clench your thighs together and peer at him through your lashes. It’s fine, don’t worry about it.

A few of the other players disappeared to play darts, or watch the late night coverage of the other sports still competing. You stuck by Art’s side, happily allowing his attention to fall on you completely.

“I saw parts of your doubles final,” he said finally. He was drinking a brand of beer you’d never seen before— something local, you supposed. “You looked beautiful out there.” Your eyes lit up, and then he added. “The way you were playing, I mean— it was phenomenal.”

“Well, I’m no gold medalist,” you said. You let your hand rest on his arm, and looked up at him. The fingers on your other hand toyed with the edge of the medal, warm from where it had been flush against his chest.

He swallowed. You felt his muscles flex beneath your touch, but he didn’t discourage it. Not one fucking bit.

It wasn’t lost on you that Tashi wasn’t there. Not that it was really her type of venue, from what you had gathered. It wasn’t lost on you that Art Donaldson was at a dive bar, drinking random Brazilian beers, instead of celebrating with his wife, with his daughter. Fuck all those posts on his instagram— if he really was a good husband, a faithful one… that’s the only place he’d want to be.

“I saw your match too. I ran right over after my ceremony to watch,” you confessed. It was hard to concentrate on anything else— you were standing so close to him that you were nearly pressed completely into his body.

His lips twitched in interest. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Mhmm. It was incredible. You were so dominant out there, just taking what was rightfully yours.”

He swallowed again, gravitating closer. Your tits were practically spilling out of your dress— he probably got the perfect eyeful when he eased you closer with a firm hand on your lower back, when he looked down at you through blown pupils.

“You looked so fucking hot out there, Art,” you said, lips brushing against his jawline. “You can’t even imagine how it felt sitting there, watching you win. How turned on I got… how wet.”

Art exhaled a shuddery breath. “Jesus Christ.”

It must’ve been a while since he had someone want him this bad, you thought. Clearly he needed it— needed a pretty, sweet thing to tell him just how much they wanted him. You could be that. You could do that.

“I’m not wearing panties,” you whispered in his ear. His grip on you tightened and you had to suppress a giddy smile. “You can feel if you want. I won’t tell.”

He swore under his breath and glanced around. Everyone was too occupied or drunk to give a shit about what the two of you were up to.

He grabbed your hand, pulled you away into the bathroom. You looked pretty even then, in the flickering lights, sat up on the edge of the sink eagerly awaiting his attention.

When he wrenched your thighs apart, he was greeted by the pretty sight of your glistening cunt— sticky with arousal and need. His hand fit there perfectly, right where you needed it.

“Fuck,” you gasped. His fingers rubbed through your slit— wet and hot and aching for him. Your head fell back, knocking against the dirty mirror. “Want you to use me— whatever you want, just take it.”

And you meant it too. This was your teenage idol— a man you’d touched yourself to the thought of countless times. He owned your body, your sexuality, as much as you did. It was only fair he took from it whatever he pleased.

You watched with hungry eyes as he fumbled with the button of his pants, then shoved them down just enough to free his dick.

Your mouth fucking watered with the need to feel it on your tongue, nudging against the back of your throat. You weren’t opposed to begging— you nearly started before you got it into your hand.

Warm, thick, pulsing. Precum beaded at his tip, so you smeared it around the sensitive head of his cock with your thumb. He groaned, bucked into your fist once, twice before he moved your hand.

“Spread your legs wider for me,” he said, slapping the inside of your thighs. You obeyed wordlessly, spreading yourself out invitingly. He pressed closer, so you felt him rutting his dick against your pussy, coating it in your arousal. “God, you’re so fucking wet.”

The words came out with equal parts disgust and awe. He probably thought you were a slut with the way you were throwing yourself at him. You wished he’d just call you that, spit it in your face.

Your cunt pulsed with need, aching to be filled up finally. The culmination of years of fantasizing. Art pressed himself against your entrance, sinking himself into you with the slow reverence of a man who liked making love.

He buried himself inside of you and had to stop moving to keep from cumming then and there. He was a perfect image of restraint— the way his fingers dimpled the flesh of your hips in a bruising grip.

Art wanted to be a gentleman— to give you time to adjust to the size of him, to ease you into it and let the pleasure be a slow, soft burn. He pulled out nice and easy, slid himself into your wet, throbbing cunt. That was all fine and good, but you knew it was just pretense. You were laid out and wanting, begging for him to use you as his own personal toy.

“I’m not your wife, Art.” You met his gaze, locked your ankles around his waist. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

The first thrust, the first real one, knocked the air from your lungs. That silence didn’t last long— because you got what you wanted— he was really fucking you, bullying his cock into your pussy with the same need and desperation that you felt.

“Jesus Christ, you’ve— fuck— you’ve got no fucking self respect, huh?” He pounded into you, leveraging his grip to pull you against him, really impale you on his dick.

The moan that escaped you was pornographic. If he kept talking to you like that, if he kept fucking you like that, you’d cum.

“You don’t even care, do you? This fucking pussy’s squeezing me so tight— you fucking love this,” His voice was strained, interrupted by groans and pants.

You moaned, eyes rolling back. “Love this,” you echoed. When you looked down, at the sight of him splitting you open, of the ring of creamy arousal circling the base of his dick, you felt dizzy. Like you were standing on top of a tall building and looking down. Sort of out of body, tethered in the present by brutal thrusts into your pussy and the wet, slapping sounds of your bodies joining.

Your fingers moved between your thighs, rubbing needy and insistent at your clit. So close to finishing that you wanted to cry and just ask to start over again, that you’d savor it more a second time.

“Gonna cum,” he groaned suddenly. You felt him start to pull out, to leave. It wasn’t fucking fair.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck— not yet, you didn’t want it to end like that. “I have an IUD,” you lied through your teeth. You used your legs, pulled him closer, deeper. “Just keep going, don’t stop. I’m right there.”

He moaned against your throat— holding you tight, fucking into you with animal need. Your fingers moved against your clit with an insistent need. It didn’t take much to push you over the edge. Your moans so loud that Art had to put his medal between your lips to shut you up.

And you were so pliant— letting him drill into your aching, used cunt, your mouth tasting like metal. You felt his rhythm falter— one, two harsh thrusts that knocked muffled moans from you until he came, painting your insides thick, creamy white.

He stayed buried inside of you for a while— panting, doing his best to catch his breath. You spat out the medal and it fell back against his chest, spit slick and shining. You reached up, ran your fingers along his face, reverently, sweetly. A lock of hair fell into his eyes and you tucked it away with delicate fingers.

When he pulled out, you felt that sinking feeling of loss and jealousy in your chest. He redressed in silence, turned away like he couldn’t stand to look at you, or the mirror. Shame rolled off of him in waves that you wanted to brush away.

It wasn’t bad, you’d assure him. You’re a tennis star, you’re the greatest in the world. You should have whatever you want, whenever you want it.

But you didn’t say that. You just tidied yourself up as best as you could and slipped back out into the bar. If anyone noticed, they said nothing.

[toxycodone]

oviposition anon teehee i wanted to elaborate more last night but i was tired as fuck and zooted off the penjamin. but like getting separated from the rest of the party and encountering the slime creacher alone with Laios.... you think he'd tell you what the thing is? im sure he knows alllll about it, like he has a private little list of all the most fuckable monsters and of course the damn oviposition slime is on there. do u think he just dives right in head first, or does he try to create some kind of plausibly deniable situation in battle? youre terrified cause you cant make heads or tails of this creature in order to kill it and arent strong with fire magic but.... why does he look like he's having fun? and is that his clothes getting dissolved in there....? and why is he so hot all helpless suspended in the pink gel (ive just now decided the slime is pink), shuddering with pleasure as each near transparent egg enters his body? if you were to get caught by it without knowing what it is i dont think he'd leave you in there, but when he pulls you out of the goop his raging hard on is impossible to ignore and just BEGS questioning.... maybe you need to go seek out another one? or maybe i need to get writing

LISTEN TO ME. ANON YOU ARE ONE HUNDRED PERCENT ONTO SOMETHING. (And I would 100% be down to read something full about this bc oh my god???) and pink slime is the superior color you’re based.

contents: monster fucking, mutual masturbation? if you can call it that?

When you two encounter the slime, Laios is oddly…excited? I mean, he’s always excited to see monsters, but this. Is different. He doesn’t brandish his weapon or look stiff at all when you two encounter it, so you put away yours and you’re like…what the fuck is the deal man??

Laios looks between you and the slime. After a few moments, he casually walks to you.

“Well…um…this slime. They’re usually aggressive, but, you can tell by the color that it’s breeding season. And they’re unusually docile when this occurs…”

So you’re like? Okay. Awesome. No fight required. Let’s get out of here.

But Laios taps his fingers. He looks away a little as he plays with his thumbs.

“You see…it’s docile. But it doesn’t mean we can just leave. Unless we want to find another route. But it’s going to keep going until it eventually finds an adventurer…to use as a host….”

And you’re kinda like um? So do you wanna kill it? Or

And Laios is like “I HAVE AN IDEA. So…the secretions of this slime numb pain and promote healing. If we help this slime out…we can get some of those. It may be useful when Marcille’s out of mana….” Laios then puts his hands on your shoulders and looks at you seriously. “I PROPOSE…we let this slime use us as hosts. And in return, we collect its secretions and save any other unaware adventurer an encounter with it!”

And you’re floored. But once he explains to you, it’s just eggs (they lay them in adventurers to spread their kind to other floors). And it’ll feel *good*. You put your hands on your hips.

“Let me guess. You’ve been waiting for us to encounter this monster, huh….?”

*Cue that iconic Laios blushing panel.*

Anyways, you accept. Laios gives you the rundown from his guide and notes from his journal. First, you have to remove your clothing. The slime will get them soaked and likely tear them to shreds anyways, and if you don’t have a spare you’re screwed. Then, the slime’s secretions will coax you into relaxation. You’ll feel yourself go limp, but it’s not a bad thing. It’ll just make it easier for this whole process—so don’t fight it. Lastly…just enjoy? The slime does all the work and the eggs aren’t dangerous. You’ll pass them in a few days when the incubation period has succeeded (Laios wants to keep one or two to eat, but he doesn’t explicitly say that now).

And so you agree. It seems…oddly fun. Neither of you get time to really do anything sexual while dungeon crawling. And this seems like a good release.

And so you let it happen and it’s fucking MIND BLOWING. The slime’s secretions are absorbed through your skin as it surrounds you, making you feel some weird mix between drunk and high. Your body is limp, but everything you feel is extremely heightened.

The slime teases you all over and gently prods at your holes before slowly opening you up. (if you have a cervix) it’s numbing properties keep it from hurting as it spreads you open and pumps its eggs into your womb/hole. It’s honestly one of the best experiences you’ve had.

It’s like. Some sort of ethereal mutual masturbation experience with Laios, because when you look at him his skin is almost as pink as the slime. His brows are furrowed, eyes shut tight as he moans wantonly, not a care in the world. You can tell when an egg is laid in him bc his face contorts, but then his licks his lips and lets out a shaky moan. There’s already streaks of white in the slime and you’re not sure if it’s just a ton of precum or if he’s already came from the slime.

But you don’t have a lot of time to think about that before you’re shuddering from your own orgasm. It seems the slime coaxes as many as it can from you and Laios—as the more you relax and enjoy the experience the easier it is to continue pumping eggs into your system.

And afterwards, the slime resumes its usual light blue color and withdraws from you two. If you weren’t mistaken…you’d think it was blushing….theres two pink patches left on its “cheeks” as it slithers away, streaks of cum and slick still present in its body.

And. Of course. In typical Laios fashion, while you two are coming back to your senses, covered in slick and slime and who knows what else. All he can do is look at you with that same dopey lovestruck expression and mumble about how much he loves you.

[snowangeldotmp3]

hi i'm here for lunch ronance u brilliant bastard (affectionate)

teehee so remember last year when i wrote that vampire nancy one shot for ronancetober and then said "lol yeah im working on a nancy pov" and then never elaborated further? yeah. me too.

so anyway, here's that:

Nancy doesn’t want to talk about it. She doesn’t want to talk about the fact that Robin’s thumb was in her mouth not even a full twenty minutes ago. Doesn’t want to talk about how much she enjoyed it. How fucking good Robin tasted. Doesn’t want to think about the look on Robin’s face—how it looked like she was enjoying it too. So they don’t talk about it.

wip weekend <3

[islandnorthofvaugarde]

I have had scattered thoughts about an isat gem au myself!! Mostly about fusions because I love fusion lol

I think the first time Siffrin fuses with a party member, it is an accident in the heat of a battle. Siffrin and someone else (Mira?) rush in at the same time with the same goal of striking a sadness and fuse. They don't realize their fused while they attack and finish off the sadness. Then there is a few seconds of confusion ("Huh why am I- are you so high up? Wait why do you- I look different? Where's Siffr--ira? !!!!!!!!!!") they unfuse quickly.

I wonder if the rest of the party think Siffrin dislikes fusion the way they believe he dislikes touch? I don't have much elaboration on that one honestly.

Sometimes I think and Isabeau and Siffrin's fusion. I like thinking about them as a fusion seeing the stars and getting a rush of feelings from Siffrin that has them lay down to look up at them. Isabeau finds the memory of that feeling he has fused with Siffrin precious. In that moment he could understand Siffrin's feelings about the stars perfectly. It's hard to do it when separated. Like somethings... blocking it from him? Also I like thinking that as a fusion with someone unfamiliar with the Universe beliefs, Siffrin can see the stars better. Some odd combination of not thinking about the stars and knowing things about the stars combines in a way that makes them much clearer.

I also like thinking that when the Isafrin fusion is stable enough, when he is their own person separate from Isabeau and Siffrin, he knows that Isa and Sif love each other even if Isa and Sif don't quite know. They can feel their love in how they are. It's comfortable.

Also! Thinking about how negative traits can boost each other in a fusion is fun! Isabeau and Siffrin's insecurities feeding each other when their mood is really low. Usually they unfuse if it gets that bad. The love they feel for the other creates a conflict to it that makes the fusion unstable. But they don't unfuse immediately <3

Mirabelle and Siffrin's anxiety boosting each other to the point they get Here Comes A Thought style hallucinations of their fears. Also I like the idea of them talking about it unfused! Feelings Buddies! Actually I also like Isabeau trying to talk with Siffrin about the Insecurity Spiral that led to them unfusing as well but Siffrin doesn't want to talk about it. Eventually they have to though.

I can't think of any other thoughts off the top of my head. Also my thoughts were very vague on "what gems are they is this au more isat or su" etc so not all of them may fit with your au. I wanted to share them anyway though!

SHAKES HANDS WITH YOU. YESSSS FELLOW FUSION ENJOYER

yes yes i do agree with sif fusing with mira first (and reading this has given me an idea for a comic for when i finish refs proper. teehee) and specially because neither of them would be aqquainted with fusion (i'd think that isa has proably done it in work before like same gem fusions in the og show. and odile surely has fused with someone at some point in her life considwring she's the oldest. bonnie would be the only one to not considering they're fully human) so both sure would have an experience!!

also about the touch thing. maybe it's not equal but related to it?? like everyone thinks sif doesn't like being touched and assume that he has a similar case with fusing. but he has fused before at that point so maaaybe they think he only thinks of fusion as a "last ditch effort on a fight" thing and don't think they'd like to fuse just to hang out. maybe the rest of the team does fuse sometimes outside of fighting or whenever they need a fusion only skill to do somwthing but never ask siffrin to join,, he has noticed but doesn't say anything really

and to the sif and isa fusion. yessssssssssss. it would probably happen after the loops but a close call would have been in isa's friend quest before everyone elsw arrived. i think them doing it after the loops would be better so siffrin doesn't feel obligated to do it every single friend quest run. personality wise i think the fusion conciousness would be kinda like bismuth mixed with garnet mayhaps..

and the butterflies!! boy do we love the butterflies. considering human/gem hybrids are thecnically fusions as seen in canon i DO think siffrin would see butterflies by himswlf. but it would sure become harder when fused with mira and if both are not feeling well™. AND THE FEELINGS BUDDIES IDEA YESSSS

^^ as a last thing here's a mspaint sketch of the mira and sif fusion (not a definitive design yet waugh). i think they'd be dark orange tourmaline :]

[telephonetrance]

i think u were cooking with the stage crew hypnosis!!! im especially thinking about. drone stage crew. maybe a dom who is putting on some extravagant performance with all their mind controlled crew… or maybe they r all being directed by someone above, about to convert n hypnotize the actor,,,,, good stuff

-🌃

YESSS YEESS OH MY GOD !!!!!!!! we neeedddd elaborate theatre hypnosis

i was just talking to someone who mentioned the idea of a stage manager leading their group of drone stage crew members and i think that’s very fun . stage crew as a hivemind or something

and i reaalllyy like the actors being hypnotized too . i think acting is so hypnosis. i think a whole hypnotized theatre troupe is fun, like everyone playing out their role making up a whole precise machine, but some people are the ones in front being shown off and some people do the behind the scenes work.

alternatively i think this might be what you were going for with the last bit, a completely normal theatre group where the crew gets infected by a drone virus or something and starts to secretly take over the cast using their ability to get everywhere . teehee

[homeofthemany]

jack versus kai

& versus his past!

part 1, part 2, part 3

first part of my breakdown of 1x19, "kickin' it in china", that was supposed to be in my last post. i'd recommend reading it for context because i drift out of canon territory in some heavier ways that might not make sense here if you haven't already looked at it. (:

up until this point in the series, jack has been a pretty cool, confident, & unshakable kid, but we also haven't learned anything about him. we know he was trained by his grandfather [who's a karate master], but that's about it. he's incredibly skilled in martial arts & clearly very talented, but he's a very normal & down to earth guy. then we meet kai, and things sort of start to fall apart.

TW for light discussion of ptsd & trauma. super light, super nonspecific.

where is jack, mentally? who is kai?

jack gets to go to china to fight in a tournament that he's, in his words, been dreaming of ever since he started training. woohoo! this is good! i'm sure he feels very accomplished & reassured of his skill level after being accepted to compete in the championship! maybe he can actually get over what happened with that random kid named kai he mentioned! jack is seeing a future for himself in martial arts again and is training in a new, healthy environment with people he likes. what's more important to him is that they seem to like him back!

the first thing we learn about kai is that he's the only opponent jack has lost to, and it was so devastating to him [likely physically and emotionally] that he gives up on karate until he moves to seaford. he seems uncomfortable talking about the subject and clearly doesn't want to elaborate, which i think can show "can show", since this is a kids show & they can't go too into detail that he's still somewhat insecure about his skill even though he rationally knows that he's the best in their dojo.

while we're making assumptions based off of writing choices, i think it's interesting that he confides in rudy & kim, intentionally keeping this from the other three; jack goes out of his way to talk to them outside. i like to think that he knows that they look up to him so he didn't want to talk about it in front of them, but logically this is just the writers keeping the a-plot separate from the b-plot lol. everybody, especially jerry, should've been involved, but i get that it's a kids show & they need to balance out the heavy stuff with the silly stuff.

the next thing we learn about this mysterious kai opponent comes from the man himself! this match jack is talking about apparently happened two years ago ["i thought i beat the karate out of you two years ago."], so not at all close to the start of the series. this is something that deeply affected jack, enough to have made him give up on something that really matters to him. if we assume that kickin' it follows the standard full season = full year formula, then kai would've beaten jack probably about a year before the start of the show, maybe a little over that, since 1x19 would be happening by the end of that season year.

i could make a whole separate post about jack's [c-]ptsd via his grandfather [long-term] & the fight with kai [one main standalone traumatic event], but the gist is that i cannot see a reality where that fight doesn't absolutely wreck him in more ways than one. jack was beaten so badly that he dropped karate, something he was probably training in since he could walk, for an entire year. that poor kid absolutely develops ptsd.

he also had no intentions of returning to it until he met jerry, milton, eddie, & rudy. even still, he almost chooses to walk out on them until he realizes that they're just as passionate about karate as he probably was as a younger kid. jack insists that he's not a karate guy and is a self-proclaimed skater boy, but it's clear that he still loves it and loves the culture [& action movies teehee] surrounding it.

next part (:

[soundofastar]

*looks at you* sooo, who's Raena..👉🏽👈🏽

HE SEEMS SO MELLOW AND JUST SO CALM YKNOW... /pos

He looks so tireddd, my baby 😭💖💖💖💖 I WILL be protecting him TRUST

He gives such a field of flowers while it's storming.. IF THAT MAKES SENSE ??? HELP

I WANNA SQUEEZE HIM AND TURN HIM INTO A SMALL LITTLE BEAN 😈😈/silly

Such a silly little goober...💖💖💖💖

-paris anon

OH HEY YOU FOUND RAENA... it's a little funny how you seem to find the guys related to novaturient in one way or another, but they're silly raena mondlicht iuris (that's his full name) is in two different settings, actually! one of them would be kescorp (which i already elaborated on in my post about scylla); and another one is in novaturient, where he briefly works as a lawyer under peneume (from project martyr!) i'll divide them into their own separate paragraphs just for claritys sake, buuuut: kescorp raena and novaturient raena are actually quite different, but maintain one principle/essence kescorp's raena is just some lawyer guy. he works in the sanitization department, but really, he mostly takes care of any legal issues regarding the facility, and the various crimes against the head's alws that are committed. he gets absolutely no breaks, and is just constantly struggling. during this time, he's able to meet azazel, who's been given special permissions from the manager himself to do fuck all, pretty much. and constantly has to ask raena to take care of the various crimes (usually some form of murder. i dont remember LOL i just remember the vehicular manslaughter comic that neon made) that they commit. as this goes on, they develop a "relationship" and hit it off from there, but hera decides to troll them a bit and essentially starts straining their relationship to the point that they both just kind of, distort and start fighting. and afterwards hera returns them to normal and this weird cycle starts

novaturient's raena is honestly some of my favorite writing. he's azazel's girlfriend! they're coworkers, and i'm pretty sure it was azazel themselves who had helped raena get a position there after raena himself had some work struggles. though after a series of bad events, raena eventually had to get a magical girl contract and divide himself between law work at the office, and having to go out there and fight vagabonds. it's terribly straining and honestly sad to watch him change overtime, since there *is* a difference between how they look during this time. though i won't elaborate much on what happens with raena and azazel, since i forget exactly how much neon has shared about the plot of projmar, all i'll keep elaborating on is that iuris is not his birth last name; he just changed it to keep distance from his parents since they did help do some pretty bad things in one of the districts at some point he also has a sister—mikhailis aracea! who is currently misha kiselyov's adoptive daughter ^_^ oh yeah. one shitpost from him is that he rejected helping ulysses through one of his many divorces because raena refuses to do any sort of family law in the city. sooooooooo HES ONE OF MY FAVORITE BLORBOS THOUGH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE HIM! he has a lot of inspiration from the whole little red story (he sometimes just is the girl, the wolf, the lumberjack or all at once) and raena/azazel's relationship is so so very important to me. all ill finish on is the fact that raena actually really wanted to marry azazel, but well....................... teehee

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pick one emoji u really want to answer from each section, for vitali and/or matvey teehee <3 👀

oc asks!

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

matvey is a very strategic liar which makes it very difficult to tell when he's lying. he's good at giving structured answers to questions in general and his lies follow the exact same structure as his truths, and he usually delivers it in the same monotone voice as he always does. the only way you would be able to tell he's lying is if you know him well enough to know all of his other mannerisms; body language, how he usually moves his hands, etc. when he's lying, he will be a LOT more static than when he's not, because he's a lot more focused on what he's saying than usual

vitali is very similar to his father in that case but rather than outright lying, he prefers to talk around the truth. where matvey starts a chain of lies to dig himself deeper and deeper into his own grave, vitali likes to keep his options open and talks around the truth as best as he can as to not make things worse for himself- or others, for that matter. if he does have to lie, it's hard to tell on a surface level, but also he will give very short and straightforward answers without a lot of elaborating unless asked; he usually doesn't have much to elaborate with which is why he tries to avoid it if possible, whereas when he's not lying he likes to explain himself to people so they understand his perspective better

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

matvey prefers cold drinks! he likes alcohol a lot unfortunately :/ became reliant on it for a while when he still worked at arasaka and then even more after he got fired, but nowadays only drinks it on special occasions- but still likes it more than most other drinks. he prefers to drink water rather than any sort of flavored drink or soda

vitali doesn't necessarily prefer hot drinks in general but he does like to drink coffee. generally sticks to decaf because it's better for him but especially on long days he needs the caffeine to get through it without passing out or losing his marbles. being a fixer can be very stressful sometimes

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

matvey is vitali's father and that's basically the whole starting point for him :^) i initially wanted to just create a guy who is so so sucks and who would make a good antagonist in a possible story for vitali and i was like. why not let it be his own father. but then i got attached to him and also started projecting a lot more from my own family on vitali's family so he's a bit less sucks now

vitali was supposed to be my corpo v! i initially wanted to make a v for every separate lifepath but that eventually got boring to me. also because i just couldn't create a nomad v :( my brain didn't want to stick with a design </3 so then vitali became a fixer instead! i did keep the frankfurt incident as part of his backstory but it's merged with the events of my own canon at this point so it's a lot more complicated than it all is in game but that's where all of the fun is at >:^)

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

matvey can swim but he really does not want to do that. it's been years since he's last had to swim and there's a big chance he would just drown anyway because of the time that has passed and also because he's an old man. he is terrified of the ocean and would rather die than swim in there

vitali can swim too but also hasn't done it in a while and he too would like to just not do it if he still has a choice. the ocean does freak him out a little and he's also been having recurring nightmares about drowning, so he wouldn't necessarily like swimming in the ocean but also if he has to he will do it. but preferably not

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

matvey has a very controlled and low voice naturally, but because of his corpo history he knows that he sometimes talks too quiet for people to hear him so he has a more "performative" voice i guess?? that's at a bit louder volume. he doesn't yell a lot at all and doesn't like having to do so. he doesn't have a very heavy accent but it's also not subtle, it's woven into his speech nicely where you can clearly hear he's not american but you would need to pay close attention to fully pick up on What kind of accent it is if that makes sense. back at arasaka he mostly spoke with a fake american accent

vitali has a pretty similar voice but a lot more rough and there's a sharper edge to it. he doesn't speak as quiet as his father and tends to lean a bit more to the louder side, but that's mostly due to the fact 1) he's hard of hearing and 2) he tends to find himself in environments that require him to talk a little louder for people to hear him. his accent is heavier than his father's and despite him also having used a fake american accent at arasaka, he's had to do it for way less time so it didn't get baked into his regular speech at all. he struggles pronouncing some words and because of that tends to talk a bit slow to enunciate properly so people understand what he's trying to say; when he's more comfortable around the people he's with he will do that less, causing some words to get strung together a lot more but if you've known him for a while you get used to it :^)

🚲 BICYCLE - can they ride a bike? what do they remember from learning to ride a bicycle?

matvey can NOT ride a bicycle for his life. he would eat shit and die. and i think that's funny and that's all i have to say on it

vitali can in fact ride a bike because mikhail taught him to do that when they were young :^) he mostly remembers riding directly into a parked car and breaking one of its taillights that way LMAO

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

matvey was supposed to die at first. the original idea for the broker arc was that vitali would end up having to kill his own father but i eventually decided that it's entirely against vitali's character to have him do that so then i decided that matvey gets to live :^) and THEN i decided that he's going to have a divorce with nadya and then he's having a slow burn enemies to lovers fake dating situation going on with viktor. the demons he was fighting were bisexuality all along

vitali was supposed to be a very serious corpo guy at first who is a very strict fixer with very high-end gigs only, for the best of the best mercs. i changed this to make him a more down to earth kinda guy because his family might be like what i first wanted him to be, but he's NOTHING like that; he wants to help people, he cares for his mercs, he keeps them safe both on gigs as well as outside all of that and at the end of the day he's just some guy and that's what makes him so interesting to me. and it just is a lot more fun to me than what i initially had in mind

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

matvey is a subtle lover but mostly because of nadya. when they got together, their parents did not agree at all and they had to put on a performance for them to be allowed to be together which kinda just stuck to the rest of their relationship as well. nadya no longer liked being physically close to her husband and didn't allow him to love her in the way he had once loved her; because of that, he's very hesitant with showing any kind of affection and he's a lot more reserved than he once used to be

vitali is also pretty reserved but that's mainly because he does separate his professional and his personal life when on the workfloor. he will occasionally hold vincent's waist if they're standing beside each other or kiss his cheek or hold his hand while they walk (or let vincent hold on to his arm; that's usually what they do) but he prefers to do stuff like that when they're not at work or just simply chilling at home :^) he can get VERY clingy when he's sleepy and comfy at home

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𝐈𝐋𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐒 pt. 3/3

⌈ OBEY ME LUCIFER x OC ⌋

(n.) vision, apparition, manifestation; phenomenon, spectacle, sight; (religion) revelation

CONTENT WARNINGS: SMUT · CORRUPTION KINK · DUBCON · ROLEPLAY · DARK-ish · RELIGIOUS THEMES · CREEPY · CONSENSUAL · SIZE DIFFERENCE · SLIGHT CUMPLAY · BREEDING KINK · PRAISE · PARANORMAL-ish · DACRYPHILIA · CHURCH

Word count: 9465 words

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Ahhh, the last part. The smut you obviously want most. I don't blame ya, I'm a sucker for smut. This is, uhhh, quite a smutty smut, so go feral ig. Teehee.

Have fun with this final part. Cha cha <3

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“I need you to get on your knees, little lamb,” in a naturally intimidating and sincere voice, Lucifer instructs Sister Destiny on her next move.

“M-My knees?” she repeats, her words coming out slightly incoherent—only such would occur when one has their cheeks squished by a frighteningly tall, supernatural being.

“Yes, your knees,” he answers, lowering his red, gloved hand from Sister Destiny’s cheeks only to trail it over her white bib collar.

Sister Destiny doesn’t expect the tight grip on her wrist to loosen before Lucifer completely releases it, quickly switching her attention to the way he guides both his hands over her shoulders to discard the white collar she wears over her black gown.

His movement fluid, Lucifer sheds the collar from Sister Destiny’s shoulders, disregarding the way it gently flops onto the stone floor. He leaves the novitiate in her black gown, veil, and a silvery crucifix that dangles over her nearly exposed chest if it weren’t for the gown. Lucifer’s black-garnet gaze is intensively fixed on the short woman, his lust evolving into a ravenous hunger the more he imagines the kinds of dirty sins he wants to taint the virtuous woman with.

He’s relatively surprised by the fact she hasn’t taken the chance to flee now that both of his powerful hands have released her, but he’s also—strangely enough—relieved that the sister hasn’t made an attempt to escape.

She has to run. She knows she has to. Even as she stands free of Lucifer’s restraint, she doesn’t budge.

Why… Wh-Why am I not moving? Is it him? Is he doing this?

Sister Destiny peers up at the horned man, brought to confusion as to why she cannot move. Despite the turmoil within her, Sister Destiny is already aware of why she hasn’t taken the chance to flee—deep down, she knows why she won’t leave. The novitiate won’t deny the fact the demon before her is attractive and alluring in both physical attributes and in personality, and not only that, but he could have relinquished her power to make a choice in all, completely disregard her wants and devour her soul as he originally intended…  and yet he left her to choose, even if the options weren’t completely satisfactory.

She finally realizes that she doesn’t want to leave.

Lucifer guides his red, gloved palm up to place it on Sister Destiny’s cheek, staring down at her innocent expression fervently before his hand trails up the side of her head only to settle it on the top of her veiled scalp.

He feels hot. So, so hot. The elaborate and luxurious, high-collared, tailed coat not at all proving to help. The Avatar of Pride doesn’t seem to notice, or may it be that he simply refuses to, but his limbs are trembling. Of course, a human would never notice the quivering in Lucifer’s limbs as they would be the one quivering in fear instead, but never has he felt so consumed with the urge to take from a human that his body would shudder at the thought. Merely fantasizing all these sinful thoughts he has for the wide-eyed, porcelain woman makes the four-winged demon suppress an eager groan, his gloved fingers twitching on the top of Sister Destiny’s head.

The tightness in his sombre pants is unbearable to the Avatar of Pride, begging him to be released and for him to satisfy himself with this unintentionally tantalizing human who has a twinge of unholy curiosity spark in her wide eyes. Just thinking about ruining this gullible sister of the church spurs him on, hand trembling against Sister Destiny’s head as he urges himself to lead her down to her knees.

Not resisting against the dark-haired demon’s guidance—not that she even could—Sister Destiny begins to crouch down until the curves of her knees press on the hardness of the stone floor, sure to grow sore if she sits on her knees for too long. Her black gown rumples around her like ripples in a still mass of stygian. She can feel the warmth of Lucifer’s hand on her veiled head, chancing the opportunity to gently lift her chin so that she may look up at the ominously tall demon.

Her back faces the stained glass installed in the clerestory that distinctly reflects all the tapping noises of the repeated raindrops inside the cathedral. Sister Destiny remains kneeling in front of the four-winged demon, breathing nervously as her curious eyes stare up at Lucifer in all his glory. His wings are as open as they can be, casting large shadows behind his tall figure; his coat tails, which are split into two segments of fabric, nearly brush against the stone floor, and, overall, the Avatar of Pride stands imperiously as if he is sovereign to the kneeling woman.

Sister Destiny realizes how meticulously dressed Lucifer is, admiring the wine-red accents of his lavish coat.

“Unfasten my pants.”

“M-Mmh-?” The novitiate flinches and blinks out of her stupor.

Lucifer clenches his jaw, black-garnet eyes intensely focused on Sister Destiny’s position.

“You will find it reassuring to know that I do not like repeating myself, little lamb. Now, do as you’re told,” he advises through clenched teeth, gloved fingertips mildly pressing on Sister Destiny’s head as an implicit sign of caution to not test his patience.

The feeble novitiate stays kneeling in front of the Avatar of Pride, her tanzanite gaze staring up at him timidly until her breath hitches upon making eye contact with his daunting, black-garnet eyes. Sister Destiny is forced to realize that, at her current position, she is facing the four-winged demon’s crotch, cheeks flaring a bright red hue the moment her wide eyes glimpse down at the two, dangling, golden chains linked from a lavish ornament.

She fears tampering with Lucifer’s already developing impatience and vehemence, hesitant to lift up her petite hands and press them against the firmness of his thighs. The muscles in his thighs briefly tense up underneath her soft, porcelain hands like an impulsive reaction to her touch. Sister Destiny bites the inside of her lips for but a swift moment, reluctantly acknowledging the fact that she must do this, or pay him with the consumption of her soul.

Her hands and fingers tremble evidently, palms trailing up slowly as if she is meaning to tease the already frustrated demon who stifles a hiss through clenched teeth.

She’s consumed with anxiousness, wondering to herself if losing her self-respect would be worth over having her soul devoured. There’s an inner voice, however, that whispers ever so softly in Sister Destiny’s ears. She can hear it convincing her that she will no longer be ambiguously ridiculed for her ignorance of sex by the other novices. She can hear it assuring her that this is the right choice—that any other novitiate, from her perspective, would also make this decision.

Would they?

Before Sister Destiny can even pause to reconsider her decision, the pads of her fingers brush over a firm lump that she can feel through Lucifer’s pants—warmth dwelling beneath her delicate fingers. Her eyes blink abruptly, not expecting to be pulled out of her daze so quickly until she hardly catches the stifled sound of Lucifer’s groan.

The novitiate throws a quick, heuristic look up at the horned man before she fixes her attention back to the evident tent in his sombre pants. She cannot help the rush of heat in her pale cheeks as she gazes at the demon’s crotch, always so accustomed to averting her eyes at any promiscuous body part. Even in her adolescence, Sister Destiny would innately pull her eyes away from exposed skin, feeling a cloud of shame weighing on her back like a heavy coat. Yet, now, she has no other choice but to fulfill the demon’s demand.

With quivering fingers and a timid expression, Sister Destiny’s hands guide themselves further up to the zipper of Lucifer’s pants, remaining uneasy throughout the whole sequence. When she finally feels the brief coldness of the metallic zipper, Sister Destiny reluctantly pinches the small hook and tugs it down. Her ears are keen to the rattling noise the zip makes as she pulls it down, unable to move it any further when it catches onto the end of the link.

Sister Destiny releases a quiet and anxious breath as she unhooks the gold button with a white jewel inserted in the center that keeps Lucifer’s pants fastened. The moment she frees his button and fly, the novitiate trails her hands to the hem of his black and neatly kept boxer briefs.

She’s evidently averse to her following move, uncertainty leaking in her limbs as she nervously gazes up. Her breath quivers when the dark-haired demon tenderly caresses the top of her head, his thumb pressing softly against her scalp as if reassuring her.

“Don’t be so distressed, little lamb,” he starts off, black-garnet eyes admiring her uneasy facial expression as she stares back up at him, “I will not treat you too roughly.”

Whether it is meant to come off as reassuring or as a mild warning, Sister Destiny is uncertain, merely letting out a muted whimper as she returns her attention to the evident bulge under Lucifer’s boxer briefs. What she can see, even with Lucifer’s pants clinging to his hips, is a well-kept trail of dark hair leading down into his underwear. The clothing he wears leaves almost nothing to the imagination as to what he hides—the sheer outline of his cock adjacent to Sister Destiny’s alarmed face.

Even without fully exposing his lower regions, the novitiate knows he is unquestionably large—the contour of his cock palpable beneath the thin fabric of his black boxer briefs that snugly fit his form. She’s inwardly intimidated by the sheer size of this demon’s dick, yet having been reassured that she’d be treated—somewhat—gently, she feels her stress lessen. She recalls hearing one of the other sisters mention her lover asking for a “blowjob”—as she referred to it. According to the other novitiate, she had to use her mouth to pleasure her lover.

M-My mouth-?!

Her eyes briefly widen at the notion, hands pausing at the hem of Lucifer’s boxer briefs. Gradually, her tanzanite eyes travel up the four-winged demon’s lean yet unyielding build. She’s daunted by his expectations, kneeling before him as a virgin, not a veteran in terms of sexual intimacy.

“I-… I-I’m not sure if… i-if it’ll fit,” Sister Destiny squeaks out, porcelain cheeks smoldering with a bright red pigment.

Lucifer, much to Sister Destiny’s hopeful assumption that he’d agree and reconsider going through with this, simply chuckles deeply at her feeble remark. His gloved hand caresses the top of her veiled head, lightly tugging the dark fabric back to expose her bangs, which tenderly fall on the sides of her dainty face.

“If there is a will, there is a way, little lamb,” he murmurs to the short-haired novitiate whose eyes remain wide, staring down at her with amusement present in his very own black-garnet ones. “Carry on.”

M-Mmh…

Sister Destiny anxiously returns her attention back to her task at hand, her trembling breath sharply entering her lungs. She curls her slender fingers into the inside of Lucifer’s boxer briefs, tugging it down, feeling her cheeks rise in heat and her ears burn under her inky-black veil.

Lucifer stands with his black-garnet irises focusing on the visibly timid novitiate, his breathing growing heavy the longer he remains as patient as possibly can be for her. He’s aware of her lack of confidence for initiating such corrupt acts in the first place, but watching her gradually gather up the courage to do as he says spurs him on more than he’d like to admit.

His blood feels like it’s all been rushing down to his firm and throbbing cock, worsening his need to satisfy himself with this naive sister of the church.

In spite of his rampant desire and hunger, Lucifer remains adamant to giving in. It appears as if the demon is explicitly resisting against his carnal desires, feeling awfully tempted to press this fragile human against the stone altar and mercilessly take whatever he needs from her and leave her to be found by the bishops in the morning. This doesn’t fully satisfy Lucifer’s fantasy, however, which is what perplexes him. 

Typically, the four-winged demon would not care enough for his behavior around humans, whether it be that he was aggressive toward them, or that he was simply strict with them and demanded they satisfy his needs lest they want their souls to be mercilessly consumed.

Yet, now, as he witnesses Sister Destiny lightly tug on his underclothes with such an irresistible expression dawning on her fragile face, Lucifer cannot find it in himself to please his more demonic, sadistic self that craves violence and cruelty. He merely decides that he wishes to make this gullible novitiate willingly accept her corruption, force her to realize just how sinful she is deep down after all these years in the pursuit of becoming a full-fledged nun.

The horned man utters out a hiss as his pulsing cock is released from his underwear, the coldness of the cathedral further inciting shivers down his spine. Lucifer’s black-garnet eyes guide themselves down to Sister Destiny’s position, able to observe the surge of authentic surprise flash by in her sweet, previously innocent, tanzanite eyes as she gawks frightfully at his entire length.

Sister Destiny’s heart drops at Lucifer’s size, her breath caught up in her throat from how stunned she is. She feels quivers take over her limbs, but the odd sensation of enticed shivers crawls up her shoulders, her breath sharply entering her lungs. 

The novitiate doesn’t understand what she’s feeling. She’s kneeling down before the Avatar of Pride with her very own insides throbbing. Her breath is quiet by force, trembling with each exhale she lets out. She doesn’t know why her nethers tremble as she admires the massive dick erected before her eyes, having been taught that longing for such desires is a sin; to immediately repent after merely fathoming this corruption.

The demon’s cock is far longer than the average man’s length; girthy with pulsing veins running up from the base that meets with his appealing trail of dark pubes. At his angry red tip, slick pearls of precum ooze out, creeping over the smooth curve of his circumcised head. They give the head of Lucifer’s cock a sheeny appeal, his redness bright and burning with need.

The red shade of Sister Destiny’s cheeks rivals the cock head as it throbs desperately in front of her abashed face. Her tanzanite eyes observe the way the milky beads of pre gradually slide down the flush head, keeping her curiosity of what it may taste like to herself until Lucifer clears his throat insistently.

“M-Mmh?” she finds herself humming out, fixing her gaze up at the dark-haired demon.

“Don’t keep me in anticipation, little lamb,” Lucifer utters out, his voice hoarse, but still equally as intimidating to the short-haired novitiate.

“You-… You want me to-?”

“Please me. Yes,” he interrupts, darkened eyes seemingly glaring down at her, like a ruthless ruler to his meek servant. “Do not test my leniency unless you really want me to devour your precious soul.”

With that being said, Lucifer’s grip on Sister Destiny’s veiled head tightens, his fingers threatening to tug on her exposed bangs and, potentially, pull on her scalp.

“Eek-!”

Sister Destiny’s eyes squeeze shut, lower lip quivering from the raw fear flowing through her fragile, little body. She can hear the urgency in Lucifer’s tone, frightful of what may happen if she tries to resist his demands.

Her eyebrows crease together in hesitation, porcelain eyelids fluttering open only to discover her attention instantly flying to the demon’s erect cock.

Without dragging it out, Sister Destiny leads her petite hands to Lucifer’s pulsing shaft, the base of her palm instantly pressing gently against one of the veins running alongside the underside of his member. Her ears catch on to Lucifer as he releases a stifled hiss, the smallest of groans rumbling in the base of his vocal chords.

Distinctly hesitating for a fleeting moment, Sister Destiny begins to drag her tender grasp up Lucifer’s pulsating dick. Small drops of precum smear between her delicate fingers as they roam up and down the member in a fixed rhythm, making it easier for the novitiate to smoothly pump her hands over the hot girth.

Throughout the repeated sequence, Sister Destiny’s face remains a bright red pigment, her cheeks flaring with shame. Hidden fascination glints in her wide, tanzanite eyes, however, contradicting her attitude in the beginning of this problematic endeavor.

Her hands are soft and petite, appearing twice as small while they wrap around Lucifer’s erect cock. She runs the pads of her thumbs on the underside of his shaft, massaging upwards until she reaches the bottom of his head, feeling the member twitch in her gentle clasp before the grip of her head tightens.

The horned demon releases another hiss, baring his teeth as he momentarily squeezes his eyes shut at the pleasurable sensation overwhelming his needy dick. When the novitiate’s hands would reach the bottom of his head—barely brushing against the sensitivity—his shoulders would stiffen and his breath immediately gets stuck in his throat.

He initially thought the novitiate would prove to be a disappointment to his expectations, yet the way she delicately strokes him fills him with a new surge of relief and satisfaction.

Lucifer’s hips slightly buck, craving more firmness in Sister Destiny’s grip, which seems to catch her off guard. He sharply inhales, eyebrows wrinkled in concentration as he fixes his grip on the top of her veiled head.

Sister Destiny continues to draw her palms across the heated flesh of Lucifer’s firm cock, her hands losing their clasp on him when his hips buck forward unexpectedly. Her eyebrows rise quickly in alarm as her hands unintentionally release his slick shaft, worried that the demon would reprimand her.

She is proven wrong when, suddenly, the tip of Lucifer’s dick nudges against her thin, supple lips—his precum smearing over her softness. Her initial reaction is to flinch back from the abruptness, but the tight grasp on her veil restrains her from moving at all, keeping her lips snug against his heated and pulsing tip.

Lucifer keeps his hold on Sister Destiny’s head firm, black-garnet eyes meeting with her alarmed ones as they gawk up at him—her eyes asking for an explanation.

He simply tilts his chin high while keeping his stern gaze glued to the kneeling novitiate’s worried eyes.

“Open,” Lucifer demands, his tone cruel.

The coldness in his voice makes Sister Destiny want to whimper, frightful of him and his capability.

She can feel his cock head pulse against her lips, the impalpable scent of his pre wafting in her nose. Too intimidated by Lucifer’s harsh voice, Sister Destiny slowly parts her soft lips over the throbbing tip that keeps itself pressed intimately against her, granting him access to her wet mouth where scarce, translucent strings of saliva connect her upper teeth to her lower ones.

Her eyes instinctively squint, feeling the heated tip intrude her wet cavity. The foreign intrusion causes Sister Destiny to briefly flick the tip of her tongue against the cock head, catching the taste of his leaking precum. The novitiate is surprised to know that the taste lingering on her tongue is mildly sweet, the blandness nearly overpowering the sweet tang.

“Mm…”

Lucifer’s brows furrow as he enters Sister Destiny’s mouth little by little, sensing her tongue flick against his sensitive head—likely from the sudden invasion startling her. Regardless, he bites back a deep groan that threatens to leave the depths of his vocal chords, refusing to show any signs of being satisfied by the novitiate so early on.

His black-garnet eyes—glazed with ravenous desire—fall down to the short-haired woman sitting on her knees, able to feel her small hands tremble against his clothed thighs to keep herself in place. Lucifer sees Sister Destiny’s eyes start to water, her jaw struggling to loosen around his enormous cock. He easily spots the wet beads shimmering in the lines of her lids, watching as they slip down her pliant, fair-skinned cheeks.

Sister Destiny’s timid body trembles, jaw already going sore as the demon inserts his dick in her gaping mouth. Her eyes squint in slight pain, feeling trails of tears slide down her cheeks—the wet lines cooling at the occasional draft within the cathedral. In spite of her current struggle, Sister Destiny is surprised to realize Lucifer’s hips have slowed, keeping himself still in her mouth.

She realizes she must’ve made it obvious that she was having a difficult time taking in his cock, unaware of the fact she hasn’t even reached halfway—not that Lucifer thinks she could without reaching the back of her throat. Even then, it wouldn’t fit the entirety of his cock.

Impulsively, Sister Destiny swallows around Lucifer’s cock, meek body quivering at her current conflict. She immediately takes note of how the towering demon lightly groans with his lips sealed, eyes flying up to gaze at his face.

Sister Destiny is greeted with the sight of Lucifer whose eyebrows are wrinkled at the bridge of his nose and his eyes now half lidded as he stares down at her.

“Suck,” he commands her, hand firmly pressing against her veiled head.

Her eyes promptly widen before she drags her attention back to his pelvis with her lips closing around the erection lodged in her mouth. With a reluctant shift, Sister Destiny starts to suckle on Lucifer’s cock, cheeks burning with humiliation at her actions.

As she sucks on the cock, Sister Destiny slowly fixes her gaze back up at Lucifer, testing the waters by pulling her head back, dragging her tight lips around him. She hears him shudder, her own cunt quivering at the stifled groan he releases, her progressive head bopping increasing with hopes of satisfying the Avatar of Pride. It is positively obvious that the novitiate can’t take the entirety of the winged man’s cock in her mouth, and she fixes this dilemma by shyly removing her hands off of his thighs to gently clasp whatever she cannot reach; stroking him with a leisurely pace while sucking the upper half.

Saliva begins to dribble out from the corners of Sister Destiny’s mouth, slipping down over the curvature of her chin until reaching the nadir and finally dripping onto her inky-black gown. The spare sweetness of Lucifer’s precum taints the inside of her moist cavern, coating her taste buds and alluring her despite her virtuous conscience rebuking her for her sinful actions.

I shouldn’t be doing this! This is shameful! Why am I letting this- this demon defile me like this?! I have to repent! I can’t let him dishonor my oath to the Lord!

And, yet, in spite of all her internal protests, Sister Destiny finds herself lowering her lids halfway, her cheeks and ears burning with a discovered eagerness to pleasure Avatar of Pride, Lucifer. Her tanzanite eyes become glossy as she continues to suck up and down on Lucifer’s cock, hands stroking the rest of his shaft until she reaches his pelvis and drags them back up to her soft lips.

“Mm…” she catches herself tenderly moaning around Lucifer’s dick, voice muffled and yet vibrating in her mouth, which makes the four-winged demon groan audibly as he guides her head along him.

Lucifer grits his fang-like teeth together, eyes squinting lightly at the pleasure he feels coursing through his resilient body. He lets out a few groans, gripping the novitiate’s head like a vice, witnessing the way her eyes glimmer in the dull lights of the glowing candles surrounding them.

Feeling Sister Destiny’s lips around his stiff cock makes Lucifer choke for but a moment, eyelids fluttering with a catch. His fingers subconsciously curl on Sister Destiny’s head, her black veil wrinkling under his firm grasp until the demon figures it’s too much of a hindrance.

Without warning, the prideful demon clasps the veil from Sister Destiny’s head and pulls it off with an urgency that can only be described as neediness. He impatiently tosses the veil aside, no longer caring for the pathetic piece of fabric, threading his gloved fingers into her soft, short, white-to-azure hair. Lucifer gets a better grip on Destiny’s head and focuses more of his energy on picking up her speed.

“M-Mmh-!” 

Destiny’s eyes squint harsher than before, lips sliding over his hot member with ease because of her drool increasing with each thrust forward and backward. Her cheeks appear larger than before, still as red as the bright flames burning endlessly in the waxen tunnels sitting on the black, iron candelabras. She can instantly tell her pace has been picked up, especially since her veil’s been abruptly pulled off by the horned man towering over her who curls his fingers through her short locks of hair.

She promptly follows Lucifer’s urging motions, feeling her scalp sting as he tugs on her hair. Destiny whimpers through her nose, her breathing labored the longer she remains sucking on the firm dick sliding easily into her mouth.

In spite of her growing discomfort, the taste of Lucifer intoxicates her little by little, intriguing her to learn more about the ways of sex if it means she won’t be belittled for her lack of knowledge anymore.

“Ah-” the dark-haired demon feels his hips stutter for a brief moment, delving his cock a little deeper into Destiny’s innocent, little mouth.

His eyes are focused on her, seeing the shine of her drool smear all on his dick firing him up.

“What a good little lamb… H-Hah-… sucking my cock so nicely,” Lucifer grunts out, facial expression hardening with great focus.

The praise instantly shoots arousal through Destiny’s petite body, feeling herself grow wetter than before. She continues sucking on the cock that practically pumps itself into her soaking, tightening mouth, her teary eyes fluttering repeatedly, struggling to get a good focus on Lucifer’s tall physique.

T-Tastes-… Tastes s-so, so good…

Destiny’s eyes blink until they remain half lidded, moans resonating from her vocal chords as she increases her own speed to match up with Lucifer’s selfish thrusts. 

Had it been the same novitiate who entered the cathedral, she would feel an unbearable amount of shame dribbling out of her conscience, forced to become aware of the sin that’s always been in her virtuous soul. Now, however, the novitiate’s mind is fogged with desire—a severe appetite for lust igniting within—while her lips drag over the stiff rod pumping itself into her suckling mouth.

Albeit muffled at best, Destiny’s moans reverberate within the cathedral hall; glowing, vermilion flames burning away at the heated wax.

“Mmh-!” Lucifer’s pale face hardens as his lower torso flexes abruptly, feeling his impending climax. He can hardly contain himself when the not-so-innocent novitiate before him keeps stroking his dick with her lips wrapping around him, sucking like a greedy leech on his sensitive areas.

He’s close. Very close.

The demon’s wings flutter with vigor behind his back, stretching out only for his hidden muscles to stiffen beneath the dark plumage. They rustle continuously, nearly able to stifle Destiny’s soft and mumbled moans.

His shoulders start to cave in, his pace growing more and more impatient, starving for his imminent release. The thought of cumming in Destiny’s mouth flashes by in Lucifer’s head, further inciting his fantasies and earning him a guttural growl under his breath, hand tightening around Destiny’s head.

Destiny can sense that the horned man’s pace has heavily increased, nearly overwhelming her as her jaw aches terribly with each stroke her mouth achieves. She finds herself struggling to breathe, salty tears uncontrollably sliding down her fair cheeks. In the midst of the merely one-sided passion, Destiny lets out a distressed whine, mouth full of Lucifer’s cock.

“M-Mmph-!”

He hisses sharply, pace not letting up. “Yes… h-hah-… y-yes-… agh-”

Destiny cannot fight back against his forceful movement, eyes merely shutting themselves as her hands struggle to continue pumping his shaft with all the intense filling of her mouth. Her ears catch on the sounds of Lucifer’s desperate pants, hearing the slightest chokes in his voice as he thrusts himself into her slobbery cavern.

Lucifer’s balls clench tightly, the brief indication of his impending orgasm that has him groaning more audibly than last time. His eyes shut themselves tightly, focusing, now, on the feeling of Destiny’s delicious mouth wrapped so nicely around his dick, driving his hips deeply in her direction.

His wings abruptly shudder, the rest of the demonic being’s body flinching harshly. Lucifer’s eyebrows wrinkle suddenly as he feels himself stiffen up and firmly press Destiny’s head closer to his base.

“Hck-!” Lucifer chokes out, keeping most of his firm rod burrowed in the human’s mouth. His sharp teeth tightly grind against each other, releasing his cum in the unsuspecting novitiate’s mouth with a heavy exhale following after.

“M-Mm-?!”

Destiny’s head is harshly pushed forward, forcing more of Lucifer’s cock into her mouth when her jaw already endeavors an abundance of sores and aches she didn’t know she could experience. Her tanzanite eyes widen; loads of a warm, thick substance gushing out from Lucifer’s dick and into her mouth, coating her tongue and overwhelming her taste buds.

It tastes mildly salty, at best, but Destiny doesn’t find the tang unbearable. What really throws her off is the texture: gooey, heavy, and mildly hot. Her cheeks bloat from the fullness, hardly able to contain all of the demon’s load without potentially letting some of it dribble out of the corners of her lips

Lucifer’s cum idles in Destiny’s mouth, not yet swallowed nor spat out, but causing her a hassle to keep it all contained.

Destiny’s lips slightly open themselves wider, feeling the ridges and pulsing veins of Lucifer’s dick as it pulls out. Her breath quivers as she exhales through her nose, not wanting to risk having drops of semen slip out.

“Hm?” Lucifer fixes his black-garnet eyes down to Destiny’s swollen cheeks, secretly admiring the pretty red tint dusted across her paleness. He pants ever so lightly, keeping his convulsion discreet.

Her eyebrows are creased at the bridge of her nose, displaying her great worry for spilling the cum in her mouth without a trace of immediate humiliation—merely revealed to be keeping her hands lifted at the height of her shoulders and slightly waving them out of distress. 

He lowers his red, leather gloved hand, carefully cupping her stuffed cheek. Lucifer tests the fullness of Destiny’s mouth by tenderly pressing the flat of his gloved thumb against her soft cheek, earning a startling whine from the white-to-azure-haired woman. He can see the teary glisten in her eyes, noticing a few driblets of his milky-white cum leaking out of her puckered lips.

Lucifer can hardly keep himself together at the sinful sight displayed so openly before him. He lets out a strained gasp, arousal, once again, surging through his powerful body and breathing life into his hanging cock that leaks of extra semen.

“My… and I didn’t even tell you to keep it in,” he comments, nearly mocking her in a way.

He can see a variety of emotions burn in Destiny’s wide eyes, able to decipher practically each individual thought that flies through her gorgeous mind. It’s as if she’s been pulled out of her lustful indulgence, the realization of her actions hitting her far harder than she likes. Lucifer, however, feels the corners of his lips twitch up into a dark grin.

“What a fruitful little lamb you are. Show me,” Lucifer speaks out, tilting her chin higher to face him.

Destiny winces as her chin is pulled up, peering up at Lucifer’s piercing eyes with her reddened cheeks still stuffed of his load. She hears him demand her to open her bloated mouth, nearly inclined to refuse because of the wavering risk that she may accidentally drop some of it on herself. Perhaps that’s what he’s looking forward to.

Uncertainly, Destiny parts her lips, exposing the inside of her mouth for Lucifer to admire. Her ears heat up with embarrassment, gawking up at the dark-haired demon who hums studiously, feeling herself tremble on her knees while the demon keeps his hand gripping her chin firmly.

Lucifer can clearly see his cum filling Destiny’s gaping mouth, tempted to order her to stick her tongue out so that he may witness his load fall and stain her black clothing. He refrains from doing so and, instead, watches a few milky droplets trickle from the borders of her lips, gradually slipping down until they reach his red, gloved hand.

He’s deathly silent as he wipes the cum on Destiny’s chin off with his hand, forcing his thumb into her mouth to feel the thick consistency inside.

“Mm-!” Destiny hums out of alarm, eyes growing large at the gloved finger intruding her cum-stuffed mouth.

“Swallow,” Lucifer orders, not daring to tear his gaze away from her startled expression. In fact, he keeps his attention on her lips, watching them compulsively wrap around his thumb. He swishes his thumb inside Destiny’s glutted mouth, partially able to feel the viscous semen swirling around his digit as well as her probing tongue which pokes at the intruder.

With a bit of a struggle, Destiny does her best to swallow the horned man’s load, trying to keep most of it in her mouth. The thick consistency slides down her throat, but with Lucifer’s thumb invading past her lips and toying with the inside of her mouth, she finds it slightly more difficult to swallow all of his cum that eventually leaks out in small drops. With the faint taste of Lucifer’s semen lasting on Destiny’s tongue, she quietly whimpers and stares up at the four-winged demon.

“Mm… well done, little lamb,” he approves, humming deeply with lust further building in his chest. He eyes the miniscule droplets of his viscid, milky-white cum spilling out of the corners of Destiny’s tender lips, withdrawing his gloved thumb from her mouth to swipe them away.

Destiny’s eyes briefly squint at Lucifer’s rather intimate gesture of wiping her face somewhat cleaner than before, reopening them when he recoils his red, leather gloved hand away.

She hesitates to speak for a moment, lips parting, yet, not a word slips out.

After a few seconds of regaining her nerves, Destiny separates her lips again.

“I-I did what you asked. Will-… Will you let me go now?” she asks the demon, worried eyes staring up at him expectantly. 

She—ironically—prays that she’s managed to satisfy the horned man’s needs well enough to have earned her right to leave without any further damage. Destiny is brought to dread, however, when she hears Lucifer chuckle deeply at her words as if they were part of a running gag. Her tanzanite eyes widen as she discovers herself to be gawking up at the malicious sneer on Lucifer’s pale face.

“Oh, no, no, no, little lamb,” he purrs out in a taunting voice, forcibly clasping the novitiate’s petite wrists and effortlessly pulling her up from her aching knees. He hears the feeble squeak of fright slip past Destiny’s soft lips as she falls upon his firm body, calmly placing the both of his gloved palms on her pliant cheeks to direct her utmost attention on him. “You didn’t think we’d leave it at that, did you?” Lucifer smirks down at her wide-eyed expression.

“Wh-What?”

“I did promise I’d take your virginity, didn’t I?”

Destiny whimpers quietly as Lucifer nears her face, forced to stare up into his black-garnet eyes that are brimming with desire. She tries to pull herself back from Lucifer’s, somewhat, firm grip, startled to find out that, while he does release her face, he automatically grasps her wrists.

He begins to walk close to her, which causes the white-to-azure-haired woman to step back, gown waving at her abrupt movement. With each step he takes forward, Destiny takes one backward, unknowingly letting him guide her to the altar where a Holy Bible sits directly in the middle along with a small plate of bread and a little glass of wine—likely to be grape juice that’s gone bad, instead.

“Eep-!” Destiny squeaks out, not predicting Lucifer to grab both of her wrists with one hand while his arm swipes the white book with a golden cross etched in the middle along with the bread and wine off of the altar, listening to all of the Holy objects clatter on the floor and echoing loudly in the cathedral. “Wh-What are you-”

She can hardly get a word in when the four-winged demon turns her around without warning, startling her when he presses his chest against her back and pins her to the altar with his hands pressing over the back of hers.

Lucifer can feel Destiny’s visibly smaller body tremble beneath his, his breath hovering over the shell of her ear. He leans closer to her, chest pressing on her quivering back before he unites her wrists under one, red, gloved hand. With his free hand, he slithers up Destiny’s arm, wrinkling the dark fabric before he follows the curve on her bicep, eventually leading his hand to her chest.

The Avatar of Pride hears both the metallic jingle of her crucifix and her mild whimpers as he glides his palm over one of her clothed breasts. He’s able to feel her taut nipple through the inky-black fabric, teasing her body by gently circling the nub before he pinches it mildly. He grins to himself upon inciting a mewl from the novitiate below him, pleased to know just how easy it is to manipulate her bliss and keep her in his domineering control.

H-He’s touching me-! I-I can’t do anything-!

Destiny tenderly whines under Lucifer’s weight, wrists squirming in his tight clasp which remains unyielding no matter how much she struggles. She can feel his hand roaming over her trembling chest, feeling humiliated that he can easily manipulate her body like it’s child’s play. With a light pinch to her nipple, she mewls and nearly bucks into his touch; with a gentle rub around her bud, she’s whimpering softly and writhing in his hold, uncertain of whether she wants more, or if she wants him to stop.

“What a sensitive little thing you are… and we’ve barely gotten to the fun part,” Lucifer hums, pressing his lips up to the sliver of space behind Destiny’s ear.

“M-Mh-”

Destiny hesitantly lifts her head after previously trying to hide her shame by concealing her face into her extended arms, cheeks a delicious red hue while her eyes appear glossy.

“It’s almost as if you don’t even know what your body wants. I can help you with that,” murmurs Lucifer whose hand slowly slides down Destiny’s waist, savoring the feel of her delicate body even with his glove slipped on.

“Wh-What are you-”

“Shh- a good little lamb would know to speak only when spoken to. Don’t fret, I can take care of your needs… that sinful fire within you,” Lucifer mutters, his lips caressing the nape of Destiny’s neck.

Destiny breathes in sharply when she senses her flowy gown being tugged up, exposing her leg at a noticeable pace. Her vulnerable legs are littered with shivers, the smallest shudder leaving her lips like an obedient prayer. The chilly atmosphere of the cathedral rises higher and higher on the exposed flesh of Destiny’s legs, forcing her to acknowledge, now, that her dress has been pulled up to her hips—clothed crotch exposed between the altar and Lucifer.

The demon is hasty to slip his gloved palm beneath the dress, allowing the extra fabric to drape over his wrist like a curtain, casting the faintest of shadows on the stone floor. With her clothed nethers exposed to the cathedral ambience, Lucifer swears he could smell her arousal from the apse of the interior, suppressing a hungry groan himself by humming deeply into the back of Destiny’s head.

He hovers his gloved hand near Destiny’s cunt, able to feel her warmth even through her panties and his own glove. Craving more of the sensation, Lucifer tenderly cups her leaking mound, an intrigued hum rumbling in his throat.

“It seems our innocent little nun isn’t as innocent as she appears,” the horned man teases, his nimble fingers ever so lightly circling on the covered opening of Destiny’s genitals.

“N-No-!” Destiny whimpers out, squeezing her eyes tightly as her hips jerk away from Lucifer’s taunting fingers. “I-… I’m not-”

“Mm-?” 

Lucifer winces for a brief moment, not seemingly expecting the novitiate to, without warning, snap her crotch away. He is, however, further engrossed in Destiny’s resolve, more eager to break her will down and taint her in the most delightful and corrupt ways he knows she’ll love. And when he’s finished having his fun, he’ll build her back up again, giving her that hope of being a virtuous, little nun again, only to break her down once more. The satisfaction of manipulating her faith keeps Lucifer deeply fascinated, enthusiastic to see what else he could do to this naive sister, so that she may come to terms with the sin infested inside of her.

He gently presses his own hips against Destiny’s, returning his palm back to her heated mound which earns him a reluctant whine, enticing him to do more.

“I told you I wouldn’t treat you roughly, little lamb. Do you really doubt my words?” he queries, lips kissing the shell of her reddened ear. “Entrust yourself to me, and I can guarantee you pleasure at its highest ascent. I will be there alongside you, my little lamb.”

These strangely sentimental words ring within Destiny’s mind, enrapturing her steadfast will of faith to ease itself and let go of the coldness that sears her curiosity of the world of sensation. She hears his rather soothing voice speak intimately in her ear, capturing her breath in a nearly delighted clasp.

Her legs quiver at the sensation of Lucifer’s hand returning to her aroused nethers, a whimper breaking through her vocal chords as his fingers softly tease her soaking lips through her underwear. Uncontrollably, the white-to-azure-haired novitiate jerks her hips into Lucifer’s hand, a quiet and needy whine vibrating in her throat.

“P-… Please-…” weakly cries Destiny, who lowers her head with a red hue burning across her cheeks.

Lucifer’s tantalizing motions halt on Destiny’s sensitive mound, keeping his hand as still as stone over her drenched panties.

“Hmm? Go on, little lamb, use your words,” croons out the Avatar of Pride, an ambitious smirk crossing his lips.

Destiny Calyx whines softly beneath Avatar of Pride’s—Lucifer’s—weight, her petite hips twitching in his palm’s direction. She’s slowly unraveling under his touch, coming to terms with her desire to feel lust in its raw, carnal form.

He promised he’d take care of her. He said he’d treat her nicely. He guaranteed her a sensation of pure delight that would relieve her of this frigidness the life of a novitiate has brought her.

She wants to feel what he’s been offering—lustful sin.

“P-Please… touch me…” she mewls out in a delicate and fragile voice, petite body quivering with need.

Lucifer’s smirk widens from the corners of his lips, a dark glint of arousal evident in his black-garnet eyes.

“Good little lamb…” he utters out, gradually lifting the hand he does not use to pin Destiny’s wrists down to his mouth.

The demon opens his lips, sharp teeth biting down on the paltry edge of the red, leather fabric, only for him to pull his hand out from his accessory. He nonchalantly spits out the red, leather glove, hearing the muffled flop against the stone floor before repeating the process to his other hand while seizing Destiny’s small wrists with his now-bare palm.

Destiny feels Lucifer return to his original position, now trailing his bare and warm hand up on the front of her leg, ultimately pulling her swishing garment along with it. She burrows her face between her outstretched arms, eyelids squeezing shut as her legs tremble from the cold once again.

Her breath comes out shaky, biting the inside of her lip at the discernment of Lucifer’s hand slipping in the band of her panties. Destiny knows her legs tremble, uncertain of whether it’s because of the anticipation, or the trifling fear of experiencing discomfort. Her panties slowly begin to slip off from her hips, a tiny mewl vibrating in her small throat as a sheer string of her arousal stretches between the cloth and her clenching cunt. The instant the viscous and shiny thread snaps her thighs instinctively press against each other until the soaked fabric slides down to her ankles.

She feels unbelievably exposed, reluctantly whimpering at the crisp draft that travels within the ominous cathedral, effectively causing her sopping cunt to squeeze around nothing.

“E-Eep-!”

Destiny’s eyes bat open in the darkness of her arms when she feels a warm hand press against her bare vulva, unable to predict the demon’s next moves. She struggles deeply to not squirm in Lucifer’s hold as he slips a heated digit in between her aroused folds, languidly moving around her fluttering hole and teasing the aching clit hidden beneath its hood.

“A-Ah-! Mm-…”

She shuts her eyes again, unknowingly circling her hips into the fingers that stimulate her sensitive folds. Her breath falls short the moment Lucifer expertly tugs her clitoral hood open, middle digit delicately rubbing against the tender pleasure point hidden inside, causing the novitiate to moan desirably.

Lucifer’s eyes are hooded as he dexterously plays with Destiny’s quivering cunt, able to feel the way she trembles beneath him and hear the nearly-muted sounds of her clenching around nothingness, her arousal dripping on the tips of his fingers. He continues his mild torment on the novitiate’s clit, intently listening to the way she whimpers with a crack in her needy voice, worsening his allure for her.

“You mewl so charmingly for me, my little lamb. Perhaps, we’ll need to work together to compensate for the way you nicely sucked my cock earlier,” he coos.

Releasing one of her wrists, Lucifer guides her trembling hand back to her own cunt, making sure to shield the back of her palm with his. Their fingers slightly interlace, both hovering over Destiny’s soaking pussy.

“There you are…” Lucifer gingerly hums, manipulating both his and Destiny’s fingers to circle her fluttering hole.

“M-Mm-…” Destiny faintly moans out, the side of her face pressing against the frigid surface of the altar as she feels her slick arousal drip over her and Lucifer’s fingers.

The horned man pecks the crook of Destiny’s neck while leading his fingers and Destiny’s to her cunt, teasing her circle before he slowly begins to push in Destiny’s middle and ring finger in—his own following after.

“M-Mmh-! Ah-! L-Lu-” Destiny stifles out, eyebrows wrinkling at the bridge of her slim nose, a tear already slipping down her temple pressed firmly against the altar.

He’s slow and steady throughout the entire process, allowing her to grow accustomed to the size of not only his fingers, but hers included as well. Lucifer’s ears are keen to the wet sounds of their united fingers easily sliding in and out, the softest groan of satisfaction rumbling in the gulfs of his throat.

Both the demon and the indecent novitiate can feel the way her hot and squishy walls clench desirably around their coupled fingers, both releasing a soft sound of pleasure at the addicting sensation.

Destiny’s cheeks are hot red, her eyebrows furrowing in tight wrinkles as she gingerly whimpers under the distinct weight of Lucifer. She gasps softly, unable to predict Lucifer curling his fingers over hers as they stroke her insides—running all four fingers along her g-spot so skillfully it brings her to tears almost immediately.

“A-Ah-! Mmm… Lu-Lucifer… e-eh-!”

Her body flinches, an uncontrollable gasp slipping through her lips the moment Lucifer picks up their speed, his adept fingers pressing more firmly on her g-spot—stimulating her like an instrument. She moans desperately, her entirety quivering from the insatiable pleasure and arousal coursing through her pious body.

Lucifer remains, somewhat, quiet, centralizing himself on the sensation of his drenched fingers—united with Destiny’s—sinking deeply into her tightness only to drag them out slowly, allowing her to feel every ridge on their digits. He burrows the lower half of his pale face into Destiny’s shoulder, resting the span of his chest on her trembling back while keeping her snugly pressed against him.

He can feel every flutter, every throb, every tight squeeze around his fingers as well as the shakiness in Destiny’s as they thrust into her cunt in alignment. Each little moan and gentle shudder that slips through Destiny’s soft lips only spurring him on, unknowingly groaning faintly on the pliant flesh of her shoulder.

“So good for me, little one. So, so good for me…” mumbles gently the four-winged demon.

The murmurs of praise and the continuous pecks against her angelic skin bring Destiny weak to her knees, moans growing in volume, which perceptibly echo within the spacious cathedral; not a soul in sight to witness this act of carnal sin being committed upon the Holy altar.

Her legs tremble, hips snapping into Lucifer’s and her own palms, desperate for the friction she didn’t even know she’s been yearning for. Clenching around the stimulant thrusting up inside of her, Destiny whines lightly, thighs pressing together. The longer Lucifer’s and her digits fill her snug cunt, the hotter she begins to feel; a pleasurable cramp building in the depths of her nethers.

Lucifer is keen to the increase of moans and whimpers Destiny openly leaks out of her pretty lips, his thumb pressing over her vulnerable clit to play with her sensitivity. He is satiated by Destiny’s higher-pitched whines, pressing deep into her leaking cunt with resolution. Eagerly, he listens to the saturated sounds of Destiny’s fluttering pussy, reveling in the way she gasps softly and squeezes her walls around their fingers moving in unison.

“M-Mmh-! Haah- I-… I-I’m hot-! N-Ngh-!” Destiny mewls out, squirming deliciously in Lucifer’s hold.

Her breathing grows heavy, mouth gaping wide at the irresistible sensation of their partnered fingers thrusting up into her soppy folds, arousal slipping down the lengths of their digits and smearing all over their palms and her inner thighs.

“You feel it? The calidity churning inside of you?” Lucifer hums, perpetually guiding Destiny’s and his fingers deep into her trembling and pulsing cunt.

“M-Mhm!” Destiny almost frantically nods. “P-Please-!” she whines out, tears slipping over the faint curve of her nose before plopping down on the altar silently.

“Mm,” aptly hums Lucifer, black-garnet eyes glazed by the ravenous desire for this alluring novitiate.

The arm that keeps Destiny’s remaining hand pinned to the altar curls in towards Destiny, wrapping around her torso to draw her closer to his menacing body. His fluid movements do not cease in Destiny’s pussy, running his fingers over her g-spot to which he’s gifted with a louder moan and sob—listening to the way her meek voice reverberates within the interior of the cathedral along with the sounds of their feet shuffling and heavy breathing.

In the split second that Destiny’s cunt tightly squeezes around their fingers and her breath hitching in her throat, Lucifer rubs a harsher loop on her sensitive clit.

“Cum,” he orders her, tone dark and heavy with lust.

Without needing to be told twice, Destiny’s hips give one last twitch to further stimulate herself. She stills beneath him for a split second until she’s discovered to be quivering tremendously, mouth gaping wide open, but not letting out a sound. Her eyes are squeezed tightly shut, thighs pressing against one another—trapping her and Lucifer’s hand on her sopping nethers.

The novitiate’s velvety walls clasp around the four digits thrusted inside, a warm wetness sliding down the curves of their fingers, gradually pooling in their palms.

Destiny presses the side of her face into the altar, sobbing at the overwhelming pleasure she’s overcome with. Finally, her voice breaks out in repeated breaths and broken moans, reverberating against the statuesque walls of the cathedral.

“Ah-! Hahh- aah- ah-!” she breathes out, cunt squeezing her and Lucifer’s digits like a vice.

Tears slip over the brink of her nose, dripping onto the stone altar beneath her head, and gradually begin to pool on the underside of her temple. She pants repeatedly, attempting to catch her breath that was so abruptly stolen from her lungs throughout her orgasm.

The dark-haired demon can feel her trembling beneath his weight, his arm eventually slipping away from her torso and tenderly guiding his hand to her resting head where he brushes her ruffled strands of white-to-azure hair away from her face in a delicate manner. His black garnet gaze remains glued to the side of her exposed face, admiring the shine her tears give off in the dim cathedral hall.

Lucifer unexpectedly leans down, careful as to not shift his hand still pressed against Destiny’s quivering cunt. With his breath delicately ghosting the exposed side of Destiny’s hot face, Lucifer’s eyelids slowly shut as he tenderly presses a kiss to her temple. Keeping his delight in Destiny’s soft and quiet whimpers subtle, Lucifer hums against her hot skin, pulling his lips away for but a moment.

“Mm… you did so well for me, my love.” He presses yet another peck on the side of her forehead. “So well for me…”

Lucifer peppers numerous kisses over Destiny’s soft and dainty skin, others lingering more than a few.

“I’ve got you now, my love… do not worry…” Lucifer gently embraces her from behind using one arm, burrowing his face close to Destiny’s jaw. “You’re safe,” he murmurs in a loving whisper, pressing more delicate kisses on her sensitive flesh.

“M-Mm…” Destiny whimpers softly, eyebrows pinching together in an anxious wrinkle before she slowly begins to relax within Lucifer’s protective hold.

Her rapid heart rate gradually begins to slow, feeling safe when embraced by her lover’s arms. She exhales with a hint of relief and satisfaction, melting by the fond affection she’s being given.

“Are you alright, my love? I was not too rough on you, was I?” She hears him ask.

Destiny does not respond right away, simply trying to recollect her scattered thoughts after experiencing such a powerful climax. She does, however, release a satisfied yet tired sigh, barely able to shake her head to answer Lucifer.

“N-… No…” she quietly mumbles, slowly pulling her lids open—doing her hardest to clearly see through the layer of tears.

Lucifer softly releases his own sigh of relief, quick to press another lingering kiss on her temple.

“I’m relieved to hear,” he gently chuckles.

Lucifer feels Destiny briefly stiffen under him, now growing aware of the united fingers that still remain delved deep in her sensitive cunt. He trails a few more soft kisses from her temple to her ear.

“I’m going to pull our fingers out. Are you ready, my love?” he asks her, refusing to move unless she answers him.

“M-Mmhm…”

The white-haired woman nods to him as best as she can even while keeping her head pressed against the stone altar, eyes fluttering shut by reflex.

She quietly moans and whimpers as her digits, along with his, begin to slip out from her drenching hole, feeling herself instinctively tighten around nothing. Destiny’s body is left in nothing but heavy quivers, dealing with the aftershocks of her orgasm even now.

“Mm… you did wonderfully, my love.” Lucifer murmurs out, pressing another loving kiss onto her flushed cheek; the tang of her tears faint on his tongue. Keeping his lips gently settled on her soft skin, Lucifer softly mumbles out: “I love you…”

Destiny, even in the midst of handling her ruined self, does her best to smile at the earnest words. She cannot do a single thing to ignore her rapid heart beats, but it feels different this time. It feels… warm.

“I-… I love you, too… L-Lucifer,” Destiny replies, finally peeling her eyes open so that she can gaze back up to exchange a soft look with the dark-haired demon.

Lucifer’s brows briefly furrow, mainly out of his own sense of being flustered, but he pushes his humiliation away by standing tall, releasing Destiny’s hand.

“I suppose we should clean up before we head home, hm?”

Destiny softly laughs, feeling her gown fall back to the floor—her legs no longer feeling frigid from the occasional draft in the cathedral. She nods weakly.

“Mm,” hums she in agreement. “Let’s go home…”

𝐅𝐈𝐍. (3/3)

[anxious-lee-ler]

Laughter Demon

"Salesman! Salesman!! I wanna play, play, play!!"

"I have to work, you [clowning around]." Spamton growled at the chaotic devil bouncing behind him.

"I want to laugh at chaos! I wanna laugh at pranks!" Jevil cheered.

"You want something to laugh at? I'll give you something to laugh at!!"

Green strings suddenly lift Jevil up by his arms, holding them above his head. He smiled, tilting his head.

"Now what is the little salesman up to? Are we going to have fun, fun, fun?!" Jevil gasped with excitement, his tail starting to wag, hitting the bells of his hat in the process.

"You could say that, dear Jevil…~ You wanted to [teehee] right?"

"Yeah!"

"Then do that for me~" Spamton chuckles and glitches.

"Huh? AHAHE?!" Jevil jumped sky high, nearly summoning his scythe.

You may be wondering what had happened? You see Jevil was ticklish, and he was taken by surprise. Spamton had lightly clawed down Jevil's sides, making the jester squeal.

"Still just as [ticky ticky] as before I see~ How perfect!~ Say [[Dirty Night Clown]] let's make a game out of this"

Despite Jevil's cheeks being dusted purple, the jester persisted. "I love games, games!!"

"I know you do. So let's play [[HYPERLINK NOT FOUND]]~"

Spamton didn't elaborate on what that meant as he started tickling Jevil's tummy and ribs with his hands.

"EEEEK! Hahahaheheheeeee!!" Jevil squealed, tail wagging behind him.

"Heh~ Kitchie kitchie kitchie koo, you little rascal~ So, so woefully ticklish~" Spamton teased suddenly grabbing Jevil's tail and gently clawing at it.

"AAAAHEHEHEHEEEEE!!! NAHAHAHAHAT THERE, THEHEHEHEHERE!!!"

"Oh please… it can't be that bad~ I haven't even gotten to your [paw pad beans] yet~"

Spamton smirked when all he got in response was a flustered squeal from Jevil. He knew Jevil's most ticklish spots like the back of his hands though he knew that Jevil did for him as well. Not that that mattered since the little demon was tangled in the strings from his constant movement.

"Though I suppose I should give you a break hmm?" The salesman chuckled, pulling his hands away, and walking to his desk.

This didn't mean that he released Jevil, however. The demon was still hanging there, panting. But this didn't last long before- "I'm bored, bored, bored!!"

"...Really now? Sounds terrible~" Spamton chuckled, not even looking up.

"I wanna play again, again!"

"Oh you do, hmm?~ I have just the thing…~"

Spamton walked over, and dug into his coat pocket. Then pulled out a stiff, but fluffy feather, making Jevil blush all over again. This made Spamton smirk all over again as he started to take off one of Jevil's boots.

"EEKEK! Wait wait!" Jevil half heartedly struggled as he squeaked and squealed.

"For what, dear?~ You asked for this~"

Spamton then started to tickle the paw pad at the top of Jevil's foot with the feather, making the jester squeak so loud it might as well have been a shriek.

"NAHAHAHAHAT THE FEHEHEHEHEHEATHERHEHEHEHER!!"

"Yes the [bird leaf], dear Jevil~"

After a few more minutes of the foot tickles, Spamton finally stopped and called off the strings. He smiled and set a glass of water next to the dizzy Jevil on the ground before walking off to go work.

[hyp3rfixation-h3ll]

THIS is a certified HOOD CLASSIC

im starting to slowly fixate on ghostly adventures again , so i figured while im ahead of the curve to post the (hopefully) DEFINITIVE rendition of my Sunny! due to there being no canon last name for her canonically, i've decided she gets to keep the "Suprema" surname-- Zac actually inherits it instead when they get married!! (yes this means Pacster's name is Pac Suprema) He also serves as one of my primary sonas, sunny as a character means a lot to my identity and who i am as a person teehee

I have like. years worth of lore for this guy i really need to elaborate on, i'll see if i can get a friend to help me with it since our universe is collaborative o3o

[h4zardousch3micals]

Performance of a lifetime - 2

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Heyyy look who wrote a thing again! I've only got two things to say this time:

1) Aaaaaa thank you Caldin and Mew for your incredibly kind words <3 <3 <3

2) Yes I will be throwing in a bunch of oc's I can justify to you why it's crucial for the narrative but I won't because teehee spoilers

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"THIS IS TOO HARD! I CAN'T DO IT!" Plixie howled. In a fit of juvenile rage, they flung the juggling balls across the room, causing a few to rebound and come flying back their direction. They ducked - wings fluttering desperately - to avoid the onslaught but a few still hit them with a loud 'BONK!'

"Please, just try again." Leyera muttered, not even looking up from her current task: untangling an extremely matted string of fairy lights.

"NO! I DON'T WANNA!" The plasma monster thrashed furiously in midair, before landing specifically to stomp their foot on the ground like an angry bunny. A few frustrated tears leaked from their wide eyes.

The little temper tantrum was enough to get the gloptic's full attention, "I swear, Plixie, you are driving me up the wall..."

"Look, how about I demonstrate it for you again? Here..." They dropped the mound of knotted lights and psychically levitated the juggling balls into their grasp. They were able to throw and catch at least five of them simultaneously without even looking, "See how I'm doing this scooping motion when I toss it? Try doing that."

This only seemed to upset Plixie even more, "IT'S NOT FAIR, LEYERA! YOUR ARMS ARE LONGER!"

"You can fly!" Leyera protested, pressing one tentacle to her closed eye in her equivalent of a facepalm. She exhaustedly muttered to herself, "...I spent all last night working myself half to death because our only other fortune-teller Tye-dye left the show, and this is the thanks I get?"

"What's a fortune-teller?" Plixie tilted their head to one side and their eyes glittered with curiosity, apparently that was the only part of her angry little rant they actually heard.

"I've explained it to you before..?" They grumbled.

"Yeah, but I wanna hear it again."

"I will never understand little kids..." She shook her head to clear it and begrudgingly elaborated, "A fortune-teller is a monster who can tell other monsters what will happen to them in the future and tell that what they should do about it."

"Woah!" Plixie's wings flapped excitedly, "How do you do that?!"

The magical monster seemed a bit less bothered by the injustices of the world now that they were discussing something familiar to them, "Well, there's lots of different ways. There's looking into crystal balls, there's tracking the movement of the stars, I specialise in palm reading, kind of ironic since I don't have any but, heh..."

"Cool! Cool!" They squeaked, hopping about as though this was the most fascinating information they had ever heard. Then, an idea crossed their mind and their face lit up, "Can you tell me MY future?"

"Uh, sorry kid, but I'm really not supposed to, Fennec's orders." She muttered. Fennec had been firm (well, as firm as Fennec can be) that she was under strict orders to only use her psychic powers for those who approached her booth during opening hours, lest she drain her magical energy stores.

"PLEASE!" Plixie took flight again and hovered as close to the Gloptic's eye as possible, hoping that their adorable face would persuade them.

"Come on, not the puppy-dog eyes..." Leyera protested. They had always had a hard time not giving in to the puppy-dog eyes...

"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"

"Okay, okay: I'll do it!" She threw her tentacles up in the air in defeat, "...If you promise to practice some more afterwards."

"Deal!" They nodded profusely.

"Deal, give me your hand," Plixie's palm was so small, it was hard for Leyera to find any of the tell-tale lines they used to predict fortunes, "Oh, wow, it's so tiny!"

"Hehehe!" The plasma monster giggled, having already forgotten about their earlier upset.

"Hmm, well, this line here tells me that you express your emotions freely." She said, pointing to a long line across their entire palm.

"What does that mean?" They tilted their head to one side.

"It means that you like to say how you feel and don't try to hide it," She replied.

"Oh! Oh oh oh! Yeah! That sounds like me!"

"You don't say?" They rolled their eye, then turned their attention to a curving, sloped line in the middle of their hand, "And this one, this one tells me that you're very creative."

"And this one..." Leyera went froze as though she were a robot that had ran out of battery. For a few moments, they stared blankly ahead as though gazing into a distant future - a future not at all pleasant.

"What? What does it mean?!"

"It... It doesn't mean anything important," They eventually admitted, looking away.

Plixie folded their arms again and stomped a little more, "Aww, that's boring! You should make it something cooler!"

"What? That's not how it works—"

"Please! I wanna be a big, strong monster that can destroy entire islands!"

"That isn't..." She grumbled, "Ugh, fine. This line says that you'll one day be a big, strong monster that can destroy entire islands. Now can we please go back to juggling like you promised?"

"Nooo... Ugh, fine..."

—

It was late, long past closing time. A pale moon hung gloomily amongst the glittering stars like a giant spotlight. Hardly a monster seemed to stir, until...

"You're just being hysterical!" The voice was distant and muffled - almost impossible to decipher - and yet the pure, bitter disgust in their tone was enough to make the voice seem as loud as thunder.

"Huh..?" Syncopite drearily sat up, blinking rapidly to quell their sleepiness. They had already been struggling to properly get some rest, and the occasional faint argument sound was doing them no favours - but now their curiosity was piqued.

Driven by intrigue, they got up and waddled over to their friend's room and knocked once... twice... No response.

"Pppsst, Hornacle, can you hear that?" They whispered, pushing the door open with their foot.

Hornacle was silent for a few moments, before slowly murmuring, "Ugh... No, Soxy, I don't want to eat the vegetables..."

Oh. She's sleep-talking. Looks like they're gonna have to figure this one out alone...

They slowly followed the source of the noise; every tiny little creak or thud made them flinch. Eventually as the noises got closer, it became apparent that there were two monsters speaking and they were arguing intensely. Thinking quickly, they dashed behind a nearby storage create so they wouldn't be spotted.

"I'm telling you, I know what I saw!" The first voice insisted: weary yet stern, "That line, it's not good! It can only mean..."

"Leyera, I know your fortune-telling is very important to you, but you can't let it dictate what we do around here..." The other replied. Syncopite knew that voice well, it was Fennec.

They slowly peeked out from behind the box, eventually spotting the two older monsters standing under the light of a single lamp. The air was thick with tension: Leyera seemed both furious and anxious while Fennec was somehow even more frightened than he usually was.

"Very important? Very important?! It's more than 'very important', Fennec, it's my entire life!"

Fennec flinched, pressing his body low to the ground. His ears were pinned back and his tail was between his legs. He quietly replied, "I know, but Audrey says..."

"No! Listen to me!" She snarled, "I've been doing this for years! Over a decade, even. I know my way around a palm reading, and the future is not bright for that kid!"

Both went quiet again, glaring at eachother bitterly as though they could break into a fight at any moment. Fennec trembled wildly, his fur standing on end like a frightened cat; Leyera stared at him with a strange, almost pleading look in her eye.

Eventually, he worked up the courage to say, "Leyera, I'm going to be as gentle as possible when I say this but you're acting crazy. Maybe you just read it wrong, or maybe it isn't accurate because it's not real—"

"OH REALLY?! I'M THE ONE ACTING CRAZY WHEN YOU THINK THOSE KIDS ARE G—"

"Stop fighting! Please!" Syncopite bolted out of their hiding space and hurled themselves between the monsters in a desperate attempt to shield one or both should things get worse.

"Syncopite?!" "Kid?!" They both yelled at the same time.

"I..." Unable to quickly think of an explanation, Syncopite looked down at their stubby feet, "I don't like it when monsters fight."

Fennec was the first to react, approaching the crystal monster and patting them with a colourful paw. It felt a little condescending, but it was better than nothing.

"Oh, we weren't fighting, sweetheart." He soothed, eager to quell the tension in the air, "We were just having a... friendly discussion."

"A friendly discussion about how you won't heed my warnings..." Leyera muttered ominously.

"Yes, that... Look, it doesn't concern you, kid. You should go back to sleep."

"But—" They couldn't just leave it at that! Clearly both monsters were very passionate about the issue - it needed to be resolved!

Fennec whipped his head around to stare at the Glopitc, shivering slightly, "See, Leyera? You're frightening the poor things!"

"What? I didn't mean to, I—" They sighed defeatedly, slumping to the point where it looked as though they might melt into an exhausted puddle at any moment, "...Fine. Syncopite? Fennec? I'm sorry. I was wrong. I won't bring it up again."

"But you were just-" Syncopite protested, baffled.

"I know, but I was wrong. Please, it's too late for this..."

"But—"

"No buts!" With a flick of her two-toned feeler, Leyera effortlessly lifted the crystal monster into the air with their psychic powers.

"Wh— HEY! PUT ME DOWN!" Syncopite squealed as the ground seemed to disappear underneath them. Their stubby legs flailed uselessly in midair and the magnetic stones that usually floated peacefully around them spun as though they were caught in a tornado. They hated every second of it: they couldn't get away, they couldn't run, they couldn't hide!

"Leyera! Stop it!" Fennec cried, trying to sound firm but stuttering and stammering the whole way through, "What's wrong with you?"

Leyera hesitated, but she didn't have the energy to argue back anymore and just let them go, careful to levitate the crystal monster gently to the ground instead of dropping them, "Yes. Sorry, Fennec. I'm an awful monster."

He didn't rebute their claim.

"Come on, Syncopite," Fennec instructed. He padded quietly towards the exit and beckoned the little monster, "It's late."

Syncopite's need to obey their trainer overrid their courage, but their little mind still swam with questions as they hobbled after him, "But, wait! What about—?"

"Leyera realised the error of their ways and apologized. There is nothing more to discuss." He replied, crimson eyes dull and weary with tiredness.

Syncopite wanted to object, but they had a feeling that any complaint they had would be quickly dismissed. Maybe they were overthinking this; maybe they were wrong; maybe it would just be for the best to not think about it any longer...

They didn't dare utter a word as the ethereal monster ushered them back to their room, leaving an uncomfortable silence as Fennec's paws hardly made a sound on the cold floor.

"Remember, we only want what's best for you." He muttered as he shuffled away, leaving Syncopite to try and get back to sleep despite their racing thoughts. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day... Hopefully...

[eggymf-archived]

ILY so much you don't even know. So, you know, don't be mad? I'm just a curious bean. 2, 3, 23 🤗 Remember how much I love you still?

putting this screenie as a follow-up to this ask. also, i love you too <3

2: Talk about your first kiss.

The alarm bells sounded so hard for this one so I'll elaborate it more via Discord. Well, to put it simply, I was young and stupid, and it ended up being in a fucking fire exit. Teenage hormones are fucking whack. It wasn't the best experience for many reasons. I'm never kissing a smoker ever again.

3: Talk about the person you’ve had the most intense romantic feelings for.

Copy pasting this because it has been asked already teehee

There's two people in question for this: one good and one bad. The bad one is sorta like this. Think of Sebastian's very toxic traits and combine them with Garreth's casual vibe. Relationship didn't last for a year but damn the damage was huge on me with the constant mental gymnastics. It was cringe as fuck of me but I would've destroyed people for this man. But that's probably because I believed in his lies + I had crippling daddy issues way back then. The good (?) one was this. He was very Amit. Relationship felt stable. It was the first relationship I had that wasn't really toxic. That didn't last long either because his parents were judgmental little shits (it's a Filipino thing lmao) and he'd rather just listen to his parents because that's all he has done all his life. I still haven't gotten over this one (it's been almost a year fyi) and I still wish he ends up stubbing his toe 'till this day.

21: Talk about a time you had to turn someone down.

So there was this one time when this photographer dude from another college asked me to model for him for his portfolio requirements. I accepted because ya know- I thought it was just a one-time thing coz I've modelled for friends before who are in a similar major. It turns out he just wanted to ask me on a damn date plus have his moment of taking my pictures. I had to turn him down 'coz the whole thing creeped me the fuck out when he asked that question and basically kept selling himself like some kind of product whenever a relationship topic was brought into the conversation. Probably a rare instance of me not being a dumb bitch for men (but that's probably because he isn't my type at all LMAO)

[lxghtbound]

send me ∞ and my muse will tell you… // accepting!

@taming-hellfire asked: ∞ for pebbles n gale :] teehee 

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning bold he would say. italicised is what he thinks but would probably not say aloud

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW! this is entirely his own feelings. but i will wait to elaborate on that LOL

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life