Soft plantwood
#trigun #plantcest #plantwood #KV
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Soft plantwood
#trigun #plantcest #plantwood #KV
π§π©Έ #sebaciel #cielcest
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I think this SHOULD be fine enough to post on here..
There are two (were)wolves inside you. That's it. happy pride.
#nsfwart | #teratophilia
moths, but two very hungry, red demon eyes illuminating the dark like the very flames that burned down that place that night. And he felt every bit of heat from them. And every bit of satisfaction, and more.
immediate danger. He's able to escape if he wants to. He's in his own bed, in his own home. And while it still brings forth those feelings of extreme degradation, anxiety, shame, and humiliation, he's able to work through them when he looks down and sees a different monster. Not a sea of a thousand
little teasing taste of what was to come. He would burn even more sweet, sweet corruption into his soul, and bask in his master's despair.
So as Sebastian tastes him, kneels at the edge of the bed and fully drinks him in, Ciel is experiencing those feelings again, but this time, he's not in any
He could smell the sweet aroma of corruption further blackening his soul, and it drove him a little mad with hunger. A lamb which laid itself down for the slaughter and asked for nothing but the pleasure of teeth in its flesh... Sebastian couldn't pass up such a meal. Even if this was just a
be concerned and ignorant.
Sebastian isn't a fool; he can piece together what happened. His master had a nightmare, which woke him up in more ways than he was prepared for, and now he wanted some sense of control over the situation. Control through submission; how utterly human of him.
he could order away at a moment's notice, and who would have no choice to obey him.
So he let Sebastian examine him. Check his temperature, undo his bed clothes to change into some fresh ones, and then he sees the undeniable proof of his arousal with his eyes. And he no longer has to pretend to
intention to save face or pretend to be any different. He wanted to just be honest for ONCE about how much he was hurting. How haunting it was for him. What he was feeling, no matter how unsightly or out of character. And if he was going to be so vulnerable for once, it would be with someone who
He was being preyed upon, and Sebastian was overstepping. They both also knew that Ciel could order him away at any time, and he would have no choice but to listen. Perhaps that last detail was what kept Ciel from fighting as he gave into his baser self, allowing himself to be truly prey, with no
situations he'd put himself in, or had anticipated to some capacity.
But right now, they both knew what this was; Sebastian was getting closer to him because he knew he wouldn't put up a fight. He wasn't fully in his right mind, and his body was reacting in ways his logical mind didn't agree with.
in service of his goals. He imagined the boy had tried his best to get away from his captors, despite his understandable lack of success. And when they had formed their contract together, his reason for doing so was revenge. He'd gotten captured plenty of times after that, but they had been
Sebastian expects him to put up more of a fight, but he's pleasantly surprised when his master only briefly and half-heartedly struggles before simply shivering and submitting. He was never the type to allow himself to fall prey to someone without a fight, or without a reason he could insist was
master's arousal.
So he manipulates the situation. Feigns concern and gets in his personal space, touches his skin to watch him shiver as if he's just checking his temperature for a fever, and when his master tries to scoot away from him, he grabs him and doesn't let him get far.
flushed and he guarded anything that could give his arousal away. Curled up protectively away from even his blanket, his hair and bedclothes sticking to him with sweat. He hugged himself, shaking with distress and something else Sebastian couldn't quite place. That was, until he could smell his
these ridiculous thoughts and could actually calm down. But Sebastian could sense he was still deeply troubled even after waking. He was acting strange, breaking character a little too much. But his mind was still reeling, and his body was all too awake. It was all too obvious in the way his face
He felt even more sickened as he considered if Sebastian could even see a human in such a way. Could a beast which sees humans as food really even be attracted to one? And why was he thinking like this all of a sudden?
So he tried to shoo away his butler. At least if he was gone, he'd stop having
a desperate need to be touched in the exact ways he'd been defiled. It was like a deep betrayal of his own body and mind, his mind flashing fantasies of Sebastian touching him, relieving him. What an entirely foolish notion, to offer ones own soul up to a demon, and then give it your body as well.
stress.
To make matters worse, he knows Sebastian is coming to check up on him, and he's entirely unprepared to explain or justify this, and frankly does not want to be seen or touched at the moment. But then he does come in, and Ciel is horrified yet again when that anxiety slightly gives way to
most awful shriek, and even his blanket would be an assault, where it usually serves as a shield. And then, to his horror, he would realize that his body had reacted to it. His nightmares had made him cum in his sleep, and not knowing why he would do such a thing, nearly vomits with disgust and
#sbcl (non+dubcon, lowk vent thread lol)
I think Ciel would have wet dreams, but he'd be violently sick with himself for it.
His nightmares would show him his time in the cult's grasp, and he would feel it so vividly like he was back there, experiencing it all over again. He would wake up with the
#sbcl #sebaciel
early morning π
No break for Filip π«‘
How Velvette and Val pose together btw
do y'all remember when they found all that tf art in Osamu Tezuka's drawer post-mortem because I think about it often
anyway keep chasing your bliss and draw weird shit, god knows we need that right now
Through the wall sinner is the best gift a Demon Lord can give to his Imps~ππ₯π
Whatever happened to poor Ichabod?? ππββοΈπ΄
Lily Orchard and her consequences.