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❝ Holy shit. I feel like a princess in this big ass castle! Maybe I oughtta update my wardrobe if I'm gonna be living in a place like this... ❞

❝ ... Wait. Our neighbors are who? ❞

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It's a tender, soft connection of their lips that forms their first kiss. There's something very innocent about it, how lightly their mouths move over one another. They skim against each other like the most careful dance, the breathy path Silas takes down to his collar bone its leading hand, and Vanth exhales in soft exhilaration. Like the waltz has left him breathless despite not having moved an inch. When Silas pulls away, he mourns the feel of his air tickling the base of his throat. ❝ Mn... ❞ And stirs slightly in Silas' gentle hold, gasping softly as their hips brush. ❝ Please. ❞ He slots his face into the junction of his partner's shoulder, taking the hands at his waist to guide them into pushing up his loose t-shirt. Vanth huffs with an air of shy humor. ❝ I think I'll explode if I have to endure any more teasing... ❞

So that was it then. Vanth knew, and he not only accepted it, but he reciprocated these feelings. Silas would have lived( or unlived )if that hadn’t been the case, but .. now… they both wanted this.

‘I’ll let you feel mine too.’

With those words , Silas leaned in and placed his lips upon Vanth’s mouth. Then, his arms once again secured the other’s body by grasping him in a gentle hold. The way he went about this was quite expected of a gentleman. Kissing lips with a tender pressure, moving his mouth down to the collar bone in a breathy maneuver.

Surprisingly though, he didn’t try to bite. Instead, he pulled his mouth away so he could look at Vanth from his current position.

“Could I undress you?”

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[TXT]: No no I want 2 of them!!! [TXT]: A gold one n a light saber one [TXT]: The gold ones more of his tastes U kno??? [TXT]: Hes all dignified n fancy n stuff [TXT]: Thats 4 him [TXT]: Light saber ones mine cuz it's funny

Though in practice, Vanth's not sure which one will actually see use. Either way, it seems like the only way to make them is the plaster route. Vanth snickers and sets aside his soda. [TXT]: FIIIIIINE I'll make him stick his dick in some plaster then [TXT]: He'll probably be into it anyway [TXT]: I've never made a plaster mold hopefully his dick stays intact Vanth repositions himself to read Eiden's string of backstory texts. Wait, so he wasn't even the right guy? Now Vanth's invested. [TXT]: What other guy [TXT]: The super magician??? [TXT]: Talk bout getting roped into the wildest career change [TXT]: At least U had sexpertise or w/e under ur belt [TXT]: So what then? Did they just never figure out that ur not the guy???

[txt] gilding? [txt] idk how visible light will be from under that though [txt] i mean at least it won't be that bright.... [txt] noises too???? you sure about that???? positive???

The amount of specifics that Vanth is accumulating is starting to remind Eiden of some of his old customers not unlike that buttplug millionaire.

Or actual children's toy. If you forget that it was made into the shape of some kind of vampire demon's junk that is.

[txt] well its either that or you get me images from all angles with measurements and stuff but uhhh spare me? [txt] ....yeah please do

Haaaaah.....

[txt] no uh they were trying to summon other guy [txt] but they got overworked corporate slave instead [txt] ended up regulating these altars which did require sex so [txt] win win? [txt] can't tell that to public though so they think im some kind of super magician [txt] ive played that but !!! [txt] yeah ok fine fine

It can't be worse than doing one of Kuya's games.

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It is an old wound, but Sebastian kisses it as though it were fresh. And this gentleness, the pang of sorrow that is his heart's response, tells him that though it is old, it has not healed. Vanth inhales a shaky breath, tucking his face against the head below it. ❝ It did. ❞ It still does, he wants to confess. Behind his eyelids, the sight of his tiny juvenile hands, bloodied as they came away from his shoulder, replaces the image of his grown and haunted pair. His raspy voice hitches softly, remembering what it was once like to be that afraid. ❝ I've never forgotten it. ❞ Sebastian answers by kissing the wounded space again. I would have protected you, is the promise he makes. And Vanth believes him, perhaps more than he has any God. ❝ I know. ❞ His arms slowly rise to wrap around the man's shoulders. To hold him there and comfort his ghost of a soul. ❝ I know you would have... ❞

❝ Sebastian... I love you. ❞

So many scars on Vanth's body, and Sebastian wants to know them all. He's already familiarized himself with them countless times when they spent time together, but this was different. He was learning about each and every one. It was like a dance that Vanth took the lead in. His hand guides Sebastian's much larger ones over the scars, and he speaks.

"Did it hurt?" He's sure it did. At that time, Vanth would have had to be human. Fragile little things they were. He lowers his head and places his lips upon the old and forgotten scar. He inhales Vanth's scent and presses his lips against once more tenderly.

"I would have protected you from all of your scars." Sebastian would have made sure that Vanth had none on him.

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now there's no holding back, i'm making to attack my blood is singing with your voice, i want to pour it out the saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound i hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins i want to find you, tear out all of your tenderness and howl

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recall the deeds as if they're all someone else's atrocious stories now you stand reborn before us all so glad to see you well and not to pull your halo down around your neck and tug you to the ground but i'm more than just a little curious how you're planning to go about making your amends to the dead to the dead

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I think you should upgrade Aury's subscription package, he's clearly a big fan!

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that's so punk rock of u..

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Sebastian's thumb gently guides his head up and so easily pulls his eyes from the floor and to his own. He is no stranger to gazing up at him in this manner, the difference in their heights quite stark, but this gesture feels more like a correction of poor posture. In this way, it is as uncomfortable as it is necessary. Vanth is accustomed to keeping his head hung low in submission to the world's scorn. The touch is a reassurance to him: he may hold his head high. This space is safe because Sebastian will only ever look upon him with affection. And Vanth feels love so fierce it aches. It's at it's deepest in his chest. His smaller hand closes around his lover's much larger one to bring it there, letting him run his fingers over the scars on top. ❝ You know already these… ❞ Vanth does not realize he's begun to whisper. This vulnerability is breakable in his subconscious. He would not risk it for the world.

Under his lead, their hands sweep to the left shoulder. The blemish there, old and forgotten, has faded white through time. A relic left behind from a lifetime ago. ❝ But this one was the first I ever got. I had a glass bottle thrown at me. Did you know they can explode into a bunch of little shards when they hit you? It's almost pretty… Well, after they cut you, anyway. ❞

A hand gently strokes along one of Vanth's scars. He wonders what Vanth is thinking right now. As he places his head against Sebastian and gazes down, Sebastian finds himself wanting to know everything about Vanth. His thoughts, his emotions. He'd like to better understand them.

And that is why he says yes when Vanth asks if he'd like to learn about those scars of his.

Sebastian raises a hand, places his thumb beneath Vanth's chin and lifts his head, "it is an opportunity to know you better. ALWAYS." whatever chance he could get, he wanted to grab them all.

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[TXT]: OK OK hear me out [TXT]: Compromise [TXT]: It's gold but only like a thin layer on the outside U kno like w/e thats called. I forgot [TXT]: I also want one that lights up like a lightsaber and even makes the noises I'll SpirPal U the cash Molded? Vanth nearly sprays soda out of his nose, immediately imagining himself innocuously asking Sebastian to stick his dick in some plaster. Slurping the excess off the rim of the can, he then tips his head thoughtfully. Sebastian would likely agree. Perhaps it'd even unlock some bizarre, new kink. Huh. That's fun. [TXT]: But if I ask him then it's not a surprise!!! [TXT]: I think there's 3D scanning apps on phones but he'll def notice that too [TXT]: I'll hatch a plan

[TXT]: Well duh getting laid makes everything better even isekais [TXT]: So what, once U were summoned did U save the kingdom w. ur dildo craftsmanship??? Actually that sounds sick as fuck [TXT]: Nothing is fair but it's more fun that way!!! It's like that one game two truths and a lie [TXT]: U played that right???

[txt] UGH [txt] i mean i can - maybe not like REAL gold - but

Eiden groans a little before he resumes typing.

[txt] you gotta get me like...reference with measurements [txt] ...or wait no just get it molded or something [txt] i dont need any dickpics in my phone!!!

He sighs this time. Sure he can do it but is it awkward? Yeah!! Guess he'll just have to put that professional hat on...

[txt] that aside tho RIGHT??? RIGHT!!! [txt] not gonna lie though its all still stuff straight from my fantasies... [txt] and not just bc i can get laid ok??? [txt] though not going to lie that also helps!!!! [txt] and also whats up with that!!!! how's that fair????

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violent femme

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🎲!!!!!!

kissy kissy — 12. a kiss along the collarbone

❝ One of the best cuts of pork is the collarbone, you know. ❞ Curiosity, when worn in a poet's eyes, is as evocative as a precisely woven verse. Will looks to him for elaboration, the cautious interest in his baby blues like lightning in a clear sky, and Vanth laughs knowing there isn't one. His mind has wandered—his gaze, as well—and combined, it is an avenue of impulse. Of thoughts that leak in the space of silence. In lieu of explanation, his attention drags down, slow as to invite him along. Will's shirt is open, as always. The humid air stickies his fair skin. He glistens like the cut of meat Vanth mentions, and Vanth's stare seems to chew the flavor for him. Salt. ❝ You should probably keep these under wraps, yeah? ❞ True to his lack of caution for other's space, his finger bridges the short distance between them to run along the curve of bone below Will's shoulder. Then, Vanth snorts softly. ❝ Unless you're inviting me for a bite. To a lunatic, 'human' isn't that far off from 'pork'... I should know. ❞ When his glowing eyes dart up, they possess the appetite of a lunatic, their color both hunger and passion. Will's own flare open; perhaps, he's read them for danger, instead. Vanth leaps upon him in an instant. They go from resting upon the late-night grass to tumbling over top of it. A knee pins the man's belly to the ground, and Vanth dives for his catch with teeth bared like a feral animal. His curled lip reveals them as inhumanly sharp, ready to bite, ready to rent meat from bone, snap them to feast upon marrow, and— He stops to lay a kiss there, tenderness where aggression had been. Then, as laughter returns to him, he sits up, too.

❝ Just kidding~! ❞ A slight lean is all it takes to change intent from an attack to a straddle. He pats Will's bare and sticky chest—there, there. ❝ Human collarbones don't have nearly as much meat. The better place would be... ❞ A head tilt. His gaze floats away to ponder. ❝ Maybe the thigh. Good thing you got those covered, huh? Then I really might just bite. ❞

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kiss roulette

inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear

A kiss on the cheek

A kiss on the nose

A kiss on the forehead

A kiss to the top of the head

A firm kiss

A gentle peck

A romantic kiss

A platonic kiss

A kiss to the eyelid

A kiss along the jawline

A kiss to the neck

A kiss along the collar bone

A kiss on the chest

A kiss to the stomach

A kiss along the hips

A kiss in the rain

An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss

A kiss while laughing

A kiss underwater

A rough kiss

WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)

A french kiss/kiss with tongue

A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances

A sleepy kiss

A kiss that's an accident

A kiss while one or both parties are crying

A kiss in greeting

A kiss in parting

A kiss to the back of the hand

A kiss to the palm of the hand

A kiss to the inner thigh

A kiss while someone watches

A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking

A kiss after a bite

A kiss against a wall

A kiss to the shoulder

A kiss to the back of the neck

A kiss while one party is carried

A tentative kiss

An impulsive kiss

A kiss out of spite

A clumsy kiss

A bloody kiss

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His ear tucks against his shoulder as Sebastian makes a dive for his neck, welcoming his affection. And Vanth laughs like a giddy, smitten sweetheart, allowing his head to roll back as lips find his Adam's apple and his arms hook loosely around his lover's shoulders. ❝ Pfff! All yours all day? ❞

His giggling simmers down. Vanth lifts up to smile against the demonlord's pointed ear, eyelashes hung like coy curtains over his eyes. ❝ Then... Go ahead and gobble me up, yeah? ❞

Now, Vanth has both Sebastian's arms wrapped around him, and he's really just PEPPERING his devotee with all the right kisses.

"You wouldn't be just a good meal," he says between kisses on Vanth's lip and neck, then Adam's apple.

"You'd be ravishing one. You'll be mine to savor for myself for the day~ 🎔"

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[TXT]: U can't take backsies!!! U offered!!! [TXT]: I'm gonna get it cast in gold can U do that Knowing Sebastian, he'd probably love it. Vanth snorts, briefly imagining it standing proudly upon the mantle of their living room. Maybe it'd make for a cool gift... He's definitely going to bother Eiden about it now.

[TXT]: Why do U sound like an isekai protag [TXT]: Yea yea U gotta tell me bout it now OK I'm invested [TXT]: I'll idk tell U my backstory in exchange or smth [TXT]: Except U gotta figure out what's real n whats not LUL

[txt] oh yeah no worries i know this stuff better than my backpocket👌 [txt] nothing wrong with going for basic and simple though y'know i could probably even produce a replica of his dick

Eiden pauses there. He doesn't know if he wants to think about reference pictures for that.

[txt] maybe not that though. [txt] the real things there so haha

[txt] and well [txt] long story very short - i was working another allnighter and this gemstone ive got sent for commission started glowing [txt] they were trying to summon someone else but i appeared instead [txt] i can tell you more at the steakhouse though - it uh lots of information believe me

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❝ Finally, someone fucking gets it! I should be able to take as much nacho cheese as I want. Nobody likes a cheapskate! ❞

❝ I bet I could take that cashier guy on, easy. ❞ Oh no.

"If it's complimentary, then they should let you take as much. They can't get mad at you because they can't keep a promise they made."

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this is an interest check! i won't be starting this right away, but i wanna go ahead and see who might want in on this. the gist is: the timeline's been "fixed" and vanth doesn't exist. everything went as it should, which means liam became temperance, his father became gluttony, and he never met jonas. liam believes this timeline is real, except... he's being haunted by a past that didn't happen. it's up to you guys to help him realize it before it's too late and the timeline collapses as a whole, erasing both vanth and liam for good!