mama leia and bb-ben - Want a cookie, Benling? Yes!!!
space mothers know that growing younglings need lots of snacks on Rebellion picnics and pathfinder hikes. ben likes to jump around like a jedi in training and quickly gets really hungry and really cranky on family outings…
@hczardousparadox:Okay so for the one shot exchange thing: Fandom: Black Butler Pairing: Sebastian x me Plot: I’m 19 in this fic (even though I’m 15 irl) and a pop star around the globe. However, I’m suspected to be involved in homicide cases going on in Germany because I’m touring Germany at the time and they’re happening in every city I’ve been to. So naturally, Sebastian gets involved because why not (and this is a modern au btw) and he attends one of my concerts. I sing pop and hip hop, and the choreography is rather sexy, so he gets intrigued also because I’m just under five feet so I would look small as hell on stage. He questions me in the darkness backstage after everyone has left, and I get terrified because he’s a demon and try running from him but it’s just us two in the building so it isn’t hard for him to catch me and seduce me. Maybe nsfw whatever you’re comfortable with. Sorry if it’s confusing.
Personal details: I’m super introverted but really polite, but I also have no problem being rude! Black hair, blue eyes, very fair.
Thank you so, so much for supporting me! If anyone else wants to support me, the link to my Coffee page is in my description, as well as a link to the post saying what I’ll do in exchange for one. This is due for May 3rd but you’re getting it early :3 I also really hope that you enjoy this; if you don’t like parts of it, message me and I’ll correct them. Thank you once again! ❤
Word count: 2,177 (oops?)
“Our primary suspect is a Miss Eris Paradox, a popular singer currently touring Germany. She’s a suspect because every town she tours in Germany has a dead body turn up the next morning.” Special Agent Marlowe was addressing the small room of agents working the case. “We have no new information about who she is despite the multitude of articles and web pages dedicated to her, or how she’s killing them. The bodies still have to be examined by a coroner.”
“So she’s a suspect because of circumstance?” In a sea of faces, it was hard to put a name and face to the question. It was a valid question, but it didn’t help his already damaged reputation.
SA Marlowe hesitated before answering, “Yes. We’ve got our best guys on the case.”
Guilt formed as a solid lump in the back of his throat at his blatant lie disguised as a vague statement. If the other men on the case knew who he’d turned to for help, they’d have his badge and gun before he could say ‘FBI’.
The Queen’s Watchdogs weren’t as popular in America as they were to the rest of the world.
“Sebastian.” Ciel sounded so bored that anyone other than Sebastian would have thought him close to being asleep.
“Yes, my lord?” Sebastian answered back in an equally disinterested tone.
“Are you aware of the murders happening in Germany?”
“Indeed I am, my lord.”
Ciel leant forward in his chair, his hands steepled under his chin. “Prepare for a trip to Germany, Sebastian. I want you to find out just how she’s committing these murders. If it’s not Miss Paradox doing this, then I want to know who and why. Don’t come back without something substantial to report back to me.”
The devilish butler got down on one knee and crossed an arm over his chest. He bowed his head, “Yes, my lord.”
Sebastian had received no instruction as to how he should question this Miss Eris Paradox, and he knew that that was intentional… Ciel was giving him implied permission to act as he saw fit.
This is going to be fun. Sebastian’s eyes glowed magenta and he chuckled darkly, already making preparations in his mind as he made his way to his bedchamber.
Sebastian blended perfectly into the crowd as he made his way through it, unable to help the sneer of disgust on his face as he brushed past sweaty teenagers ruled by their hormones and the levels of alcohol running through their systems, cheering and screaming incoherently as the young woman performed some complicated dance moves. Her skin was gleaming with sweat as she sang words that were almost perfectly choreographed to the somewhat provocative movements.
The music was so loud it could be felt deep within his bones, a queasy sort of vibration that he was sure would leave his ears ringing for days after. As she sang, Sebastian couldn’t help but be intrigued by her - she was short, shorter than he’d first thought, and he marvelled at the excellent body control she was exercising.
As he observed, his plan already in motion, he couldn’t help wondering if she was behind the murders. Her soul was pure, he could smell it, and any darkness that befell her, she battled her way through elegantly and always came out the other side. She was strong, he knew, and if she was the perpetrator, she was a better actress than she gave herself credit for. Sebastian was almost convinced that she was innocent, at least in this case. Still, he had a job to do and couldn’t let his own judgements get in the way of that, even if he knew that he was right. For such an intelligent species, humans could be so stupid sometimes.
The song finished, and Sebastian struggled to maintain his centre of gravity as the crowd went wild, chanting her name and cheering. Eris bowed lowly, a radiant smile on her face as she panted, endorphins racing through her veins as she thanked the crowd and went backstage, blowing kisses and waving as she went.
Despite himself, Sebastian could feel a headache coming on. Groaning inaudible to human ears, he followed the unsuspecting Eris backstage nonchalantly, looking as though he hadn’t a care in the world, enjoying the way his heeled boots echoed sharply off the brick walls.
Sebastian approached the young girl casually, not wanting to give the game away before it had truly begun. As he walked, he dropped small pieces of his human façade. His true form had the power to drive even the steadiest man insane, and while it was beyond tempting to show Eris who, what, he really was, his only aim was to scare her into answering his questions. A good dose of fear was healthy, but only in moderation.
Eris’ back was still facing Sebastian, giving him an obvious advantage over her and the situation that he was slowly creating. He smirked as tendrils of solid blackness began to leak from his physical presence, which merged into the air like ink in water. His elongated teeth and nails were sharp, the nails becoming more like black talons which could tear through flesh like a hot knife through butter. His saliva was now a potent venom and if he were to bite her in his current state, a liquid fire would course through her veins, leaving her writhing in agony beyond that which any mere human could imagine.
Sebastian was, in the simplest of terms, terrifying, brought straight from the worst nightmares of an innocent child.
“Excuse me, my lady.” His voice was dangerously silky, a dark undertone of seductive danger lurking just beyond the surface of that rich British baritone.
The girl turned, the smile dropping from her face as she took in the sight of what Sebastian was. A human’s reaction to his form was always deeply entertaining, and hers was no different from all the rest. The sharp exhale of breath, the movement in the throat as they gulped from fear, the pounding of their heart quickening in the anticipation of flight… It was delicious.
She felt a cold shiver dance down her spine, as though some prankster had dropped an ice cube down her shirt. She gulped audibly. “How can I help you?” Her voice was quiet, unsure, and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, leaning slightly to the right. She was planning an escape, Sebastian knew. Really, humans were so transparent.
“Are you familiar with the murders being left in your wake?”
Eris shook her head and Sebastian’s smirk widened, feeling his control slipping a little bit more. “Oh, come now, entertainer for the masses by day and serial killer by night? How… Unoriginal.”
That was enough for Eris. She bolted, slipping easily out of Sebastian’s outstretched arms, racing down the corridor. Sebastian could smell the fear pumping through her veins, he could smell the sweat from all the physical activity she’d done that evening and now, now she was being pushed to her absolute limit. But Sebastian wasn’t done with her yet. He had a new goal in sight. His finely attuned hearing picked up on the last person leaving the building, leaving the young, vulnerable girl with no one but a demon for company…
Sebastian basked in the thrill of the chase. He loved it when they ran, it made everything so much more interesting. She had just played right into his hands, and he would make the most of the opportunity that had just presented itself, it was now.
His sensitive sense of smell had picked up on the slight wave of arousal that had spiked her blood, and his plan changed. Speeding up, those tendrils grasped her upper arms and shoved her roughly against the nearest brick wall, which left her winded.
He pressed himself against her, leaving forward to whisper into her ears, his magenta eyes glowing in anticipation of what was to come, “Tsk, tsk. Good girls should never run from a demon such as myself.” His tongue left the warm cavern of his mouth to trace the outer shell of her ear. He was unsure if her answering whimper came from a place of fear or arousal, but that didn’t matter when they both wanted the same thing, something that was slowly growing evident.
“Please let me go.” She whispered.
“Mm, I think not.” He pressed himself more firmly against her, and she could feel every inch of his arousal, every line and plane of his body against hers. He was taller than her by a good foot, but that didn’t matter, either. Sebastian grasped her upper arms and lifted her off the floor, her legs finding his waist easily.
“Good girl,” he growled.
Sebastian put his face close to hers, magenta eyes meeting blue eyes easily. He was testing her now, toying with her, and she knew it. She couldn’t help but to revel in the attention he was affording her, and she’d be lying if she said that she hadn’t fantasised about this sort of thing when she lay awake at night, her body tense and waiting for something which she couldn’t name because she hadn’t learnt the word for it yet… Lust.
He captured her lips in a searing kiss, his scent leaving her lightheaded and hungry for more, though she couldn’t say what more was. Her knees weakened and she would have dropped, had her legs not have encompassed his waist and had he not be pinning her to the wall.
Not quite happy with their current position, Sebastian let her drop, her feet connecting with the cold and unforgiving ground. He pinned her arms above her head and dipped his head down to ravish her neck. He licked, sucked, nipped hard but never hard enough to break the skin - he wanted to cause her agony of a different nature, after all. He marked her neck for all to see, and when he was satisfied with his work, he returned to her sinful lips.
Tendrils of darkness sifted through the air, acting as hands. While the tendrils held her arms suspended above her head, Sebastian was free to put his own hands to some real use. He tugged their trousers down quickly, getting down to business. Lifting her up once more with just the tendrils, her legs quickly wrapped around his waist again.
“Mm,” a hum of approval rumbled through his chest, “A quick learner.”
He lined himself up and pushed deep within her, slow and hard, teasing her, always giving her what she wanted but not in the amounts that she demanded.
“Say my name.” Sebastian whispered in her ear.
“I don’t know your name.” She grunted, teeth clenched with the sheer amount of various sensations. She was quickly being overwhelmed and her mind was shutting down, her hips thrusting in time with his as instinct took her over.
“Sebastian is the name of my human form,” Sebastian didn’t sound out of breath in the slightest, sounding as though he was merely discussing the weather. “My real name would drive you insane, my dear.”
“Sebastian.” His name became a mantra that dripped from her lips, her fingers winding in his hair. She tugged, hard, and he hissed, allowing the human girl to enjoy the brief sense of control that she gained from such a simple movement.
They rocked together, a symphony of sighs, moans and groans leaving Eris’ mouth as Sebastian used her body in wicked ways. Sebastian grunted every now and then but otherwise looked as relaxed as one would watching television.
Eris’ head flew back and connected harshly with the brick wall and she hissed in pain. Sebastian quickly sent a tendril to act as a cushion for her fragile head - it wouldn’t do for her to pass out when things were just getting started, and Sebastian was nothing but a gentleman.
With the combination of physical and emotional exhaustion, Sebastian’s actions and her own threshold being well and truly crossed, Eris reached her end. Sebastian watched her fall apart with a deep sense of achievement while he was still inside her, and chuckled as she slumped, spent against the wall.
“My, my. What an interesting turn of events.” He smirked lowly in the darkness.
Eris was panting, unable to speak, and his teeth glinted in the low light of the corridor as she looked down, noticing that they were still connected in the most intimate, basest of ways.
“I’m nowhere near finished with you yet, kitten.”
Sebastian couldn’t help but to laugh loudly at the look of horror that was dawning on her face.
The night was young and far from over, and Sebastian had promised his Young Master a thorough investigation, hadn’t he? Sebastian was nothing if not a man of his word, even if he exploited people at his own will to make good of his promises.
Yes. You’ve tasted the darkness haven’t you, my dear? Now let it taste you.
our dearly treasured choi seunghyun, we, your vips, will wait for you. just know we love and adore you and that we’re keeping you in our thoughts & prayers. please don’t worry about us too much and return to us safely. we miss you already. counting down til nov 2018.
hey i haven't seen you in a while how are you?
my adhd ass:
i've been in a hyperactive swing and i've been awake for eighteen hours. i learned everything there is to know about chocolate chip cookies by listening to twenty seven youtube videos simultaneously. my leg started shaking twelve hours ago and i can't get it to stop. my last meal was the vague idea of a piece of toast. i have no idea where i am or what day it is, sharon. that's how i am.