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Sebastian Michaelis finding out his s/o is ticklish! - requested by anon

Omgomgomgomgomg this is adorable!! ^//^ I had so much fun writing this! Anyone who requests Sebastian or Ciel (or both, both is always good!) gets virtual cookies and the satisfaction of knowing they made me smile :)

NOT MY GIF - Sebastian is beautiful omg

Originally posted by just-your-normal-otaku-booknerd

- Our dear Sebastian would find out accidentally

- It’d happen when your guard is down

- Lying on your bed, Sebastian beside you, his gloved hands trailing up and down your back lazily, cradling you to him

- He’d come into contact with a hip or a rib and you’d jolt, and he’d still, watching you slightly wide-eyed

- “My, my,” he’d murmur, a devious smirk tugging at his mouth, “what have we here?”

- He wouldn’t understand your reaction, and would become curious

- Holding you tighter to him, he’d trail his hand down your back again, waiting for you to jolt

- There.

- He’d chuckle, looking down at you.

- He wouldn’t ask as such, but you’d murmur, “I’m ticklish.”

- There’d be a beat of silence and then, “is that so.”

- It wouldn’t be a question

- “Such a display of weakness is unbefitting of a young Lord/Lady”

- He’d seem to relax fully on the bed, and the two of you would lapse into silence

- You close your eyes, enjoying the quiet company with Sebastian

- He’d start chuckling and you’d frown, and then

- He’d tickle you lightly at first, testing the waters

- He’d be fascinated by your body’s reactions and would want to know more

- So of course, he’s gonna perform little experiments on you

- What happens if he tickles here? And here? Ooh, what about here?

- He’d watch your face carefully, chuckling at your reflexes and involuntary movements, your chest heaving from laughing so hard, your jaw and sides aching

- He’d come to see that the laughter is actually a form of panic

- He’d make a mental note to research it at some point

- He’d eventually stop, though, satisfied for now

- He’d ask if you like being tickled or not and would listen to your answer intently, a light furrow on his brow as he tries to understand

- He’s so confused by humans xD

- I have no doubt that, at some point, the little shit we all know and love would use his demon speed to tickle you

- Not for long, though, he doesn’t want you to get sick

- He’d probably come to use tickling as a method to get you to smile or tell him when something is wrong

- It’d become a bargaining chip - tell me this thing or get tickled, your choice

- He’d make another mental note to try it on Ciel - omg I’d pay to see this!

- Sebastian would definitely enjoy the experience, and would definitely creep up behind you for surprise tickle attacks

- He wouldn’t do it if you told him not to

- … That’s a lie, yes he would!

- The next thing is: is Sebastian himself ticklish?

- I’ll leave that for you to decide! :3

Omg I’d love to see Sebastian use this on Ciel omf! :D


( suggested by @yamiyoukaipao and @rabbit-kinder )

partial role-reversal AU, Roxanne is a supervillain and Megamind is a hero

T rating, (brief language, sensuality)


AO3  |  FFN

“Come on, buddy; hurry up,” Metro Man’s voice comes through Megamind’s earpiece.

“Shut up, Wayne; I am trying to concentrate!” Megamind hisses back, up to his elbows in the circuitry of Temptress’s bomb, attempting to figure out how to stop it from exploding without, hey, making it explode.

“This is taking too long; hurry up; you gotta go after her; she’s gonna get away again—”

“Yes, well, excuse me if I’m less worried about that than the possibility of exploding and dying a fiery death—”

(red wire, red wire, another red wire; why are all of the goddamn wires red; why does Metro City’s supervillain have to be so damn smart; now he has to trace each wire back to its origin to figure out which one is which—)

“What are you, afraid she’s going to kiss you again?” Wayne asks. “Don’t know what you’re so freaked about; it’s not like her powers even work on you—”

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A/N: I wrote this for a friend after she had a particularly stressful day. Nothing better than porn featuring everyone’s favourite trash prince.

Porn with a hint of fluff. What’s not to love.

After a particularly hard day on the bridge, dealing with fixing your coworkers fuck ups honestly all you wanted to do was unwind. Just forget about it all from the comfort of your quarters.

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i really wanted some zev/warden + the ‘oh no theres only one bed’ trope so here we go (also a few of my other favourite tropes but it’ll ruin the plot if i told u 👀) special shout out to @bittywritings for the spanish translation

oh also it gets like mildly nsfw but only a little 


He had never signed up for snow.

Killing Darkspawn, absolutely. An obscene amount of rain, that too. Terribly sticky, muddy, Fereldan fields, he would tolerate at best… but only with a blonde mage that would chat to him with infectious enthusiasm at his side.

Zevran Arainai was an adaptable man, was forced to be one, but he drew the line at a snowstorm of all things.

It would have just been too much for the Urn of Sacred ashes to be somewhere sunny, in Rivain maybe, in the middle of a brothel, next to a beach. No, the blasted Urn just had to be in the middle of a frosty wasteland.

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It was quite dull between visits of guests in the Velvet Room, he has come to learn. The poor boy’s been on ‘training’ for the short period of time he can remember before he’s left alone as the others tend to other matters. Absently the cells were walked, and a tune softly hummed as gloved fingers trailed along bars of closed cells. 

Upon one of them, he pauses. Gold eyes still their gaze as they settle upon a shaded form on the bed within. He’s not entirely sure how the visits initiate, or if they are present for a time before the guests become aware, but he has been taught that they are not to be unattended. A brief glance over his shoulder and the newest attendant is the only one there.

Yet the body within does not stir right away.

Minutes tick by, and eventually he’s sitting on his haunches, elbows rested against knees as he waits. He’s almost startled when there is movement, though he keeps still a moment, looking for confirmation that this guest was awake and simply not just, rolling over in their ‘sleep’. Soon the shadow fades and he can see more clearly the person inside as they ‘come to’ in this place.

It was not the same guest that his ‘sisters’ welcomed as the ‘inmate’ of this jail.

“I see you’re finally awake.” // @inxquisitor

“Smell a Massacre”

Rhys had a small smile on his face, one that Jack knew all too well, the one that looked innocent, complacent to the untrained eye, but Jack—Jack who had memorized the entire canon of Rhys’s expressions—knew it belied the seething, calculating gears working behind those bright, mismatched eyes.

“Why don’t you let me take care of this, Jack? It’s been such a long and tiring meeting. You deserve some rest.” Rhys voice was clipped and professional, and yet Jack felt himself shiver, aware of the inherent darkness of Rhys’s tone, secret motives held in his timbre that only Jack could know.

Soooo I love both corporate murder husbands AUs and omega verse AUs, so like, I mashed them together c: 

Warnings for brief violence and murder of a background character

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