#his purr sounds like a cat purr AND a machine

[thefanartisthoho]

I HC WITH MY POWERFULL MIND THAT ENTRAPTA LIKES TO STUDY HORDAK ANATOMY BCUZ HE'S THE FIRST ALIEN SHE EVER SEEN (or second bcuz adora ☝️)

One more under da read more 🤭🤭🤭🤭

I ALSO HC THAT SHE GOT MORE INTO HIS ANATOMY BCUZ SHE NOTICED A WEIRD PURR LIKE SOUND AND THOUGHT THAT IT WAS THE MACHINES, BUT ALAS, ITS HORDAK (she just discovered that bcuz she was hiding on the ventilation pipes and the noise stopped)

ITS NOT AN ACTUAL ORIGINAL HC BUT HEY, FANFIC THATS EVEN BETTER 😈😈😈😈😈 (made by @solcaeruleus aka the entrapdak CEO)

[woso-dreamzzz]

Surgery III

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: Mami wants another one

Because of your superpower, Mami says that you make a lot of assumptions. She says it's because your brain makes lots of different connections that other people wouldn't. Sometimes you just assume things because of it.

You don't know what that means but you just nod and smile because Ingrid says that's what you need to do to get Mami to stop talking sometimes.

You're completely enamoured with the washing machine spinning when Ingrid swears. Or, you think she swears. Sometimes she says stuff in Norwegian that she tells you not to repeat because it's naughty so you assume those are swear words.

She doesn't swear a lot but you know to ignore it anyway, focussing on the way the washing machine spins. You'd tried to get in it once with Bagheera so you could both spin but Mami got angry at you and talked for ages for you smiled and nodded as your mind wandered to whether or not you could fit in Bagheera's cat tree.

"Cub," Ingrid groans and your name makes you turn.

She's holding one of your toy trucks. It's big and yellow and it's like the ones that the people building the apartments down the street use to move all their big rocks.

You smile toothily at Ingrid and reach your hand out for your toy.

"I asked you to clean up your mess a while ago, cub," She says, not giving your toy to you.

You frown. Ingrid did tell you to do that but you'd gotten distracted by Bagheera and then the rumble of the washing machine. You like the washing machine so you sat in front of it.

"My toy," You say.

"We need to clean up," Ingrid says," It's very messy."

You don't see the problem. Your things are strewn all over the room but you know where everything is so it shouldn't be a problem. But Ingrid likes things neat and tidy.

You think that's why Mami is dating her because Mami is messy and she needs someone to organise her things like how Ingrid helps you organise your thoughts.

You like Ingrid though and want to keep her happy because she's the boss in the house.

You get a bit distracted as you go to pick up your digger, making little engine noises with your mouth. You're not really sure how engine noises sound so you just mimic the sound of the washing machine instead.

You ram it into the wall a few times as Mami comes into the room.

She's holding Bagheera.

"Oh, please, Ingrid," Mami says," It won't be much trouble. Please, let's get another one."

You wonder what Mami is talking about. You put your truck away and reach for your lion cub, making it purr like the washing machine as you get out your magic wiggles.

You mull over Mami's words. You don't go to nursery a lot (Ingrid says that they don't accommodate your add with an h somewhere well so you only go when you absolutely have to) but the last time you went, there was a little boy who said that his mum begged his papa for another baby and she got one.

If that's what Mami is talking about, you don't like it. You don't want a new baby because if Mami gets a new baby then maybe you won't be lion cub anymore because the baby will be younger than you so they'll get your nickname.

You don't want a new nickname because you're Mami and Ingrid's cub.

Your thoughts make your magic wiggles a bit worse than better, especially when Mami mentions your name.

"It'd be good for y/n," She says," You've always said it was good for you when you were younger."

Ingrid makes a face. "That's different and you know it. We had a bigger house when I was younger. There's not enough space here."

You're glad Ingrid is speaking up because adults don't always listen to little kids. You know this because sometimes the adults at nursery don't like you running around when you have the magic wiggles even though Ingrid tells you it's the best way to get them out.

You hope Mami listens to Ingrid because you definitely don't want the new baby that Mami must want.

"Please, Ingrid," Mami says," We can make room! y/n would love it! It could share her bed."

You freeze instantly. Your brain screeches to a halt as you work out what Mami's just said.

You're up on your feet, throwing your lion cub to the ground and screeching. It's very high pitched and it makes your ears ring a little bit. You stamp your foot.

"No!" You say," Not in my bed!"

You don't want to share your bed anymore than you want to share your Mami and your Ingrid.

"No! No! No!" You cry.

You couldn't get your magic wiggles out earlier but they're all coming out now as you scream and cry as much as your little body will allow.

"Why?" Mami asks," You let Bagheera sleep in bed with you."

"My Bagheera!" You say through your tears.

Mami tries to go to soothe you but you shriek again and hide behind Ingrid because she doesn't want this new baby either and she won't betray you like Mami is.

"Si," Mami says," Your Bagheera. But you love Bagheera a lot."

You nod.

"Don't you want to have another friend to play with?"

You shake your head. "No! No new baby! Just me!"

Mami looks at you strangely. "I know," She says," You're the only baby we'll have. We know that."

It's your turn to look strange at Mami now and you peek out from behind Ingrid's leg to look at her. You sniffle. "Why're you askin' for another one if you know it's just me?"

Mami laughs slightly, a smiling tugging at her lips. "I'm sorry, cub. I should have been more clear."

"Mapi," Ingrid says warningly," No."

"Oh come on, it'll be good for her. It'll teach her responsibility."

You frown. "What will?"

"I've been thinking." Mami eases down to your height. "You're a big girl now and you love Bagheera a lot but she's technically Mami's, right?"

You nod.

"Well, how about we get you a kitten for yourself? Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Mapi!"

You nod quickly and Mami smiles.

"Well," She says," You just have to convince Ingrid. Because she's the boss, remember?"

[1-helluva-hazbin]

˖⋆✶Kissing Him Our Colors✶⋆˖

Lucilith x Female!Concubine!Reader (Lilith x Reader x Lucifer)

Content warning: Heavy teasing, groping, marking (kiss marks/hickies), sexual themes, sexual innuendos, no smut, polyamory, minors do not interact (MDNI), fast proofread

Summary: In your relationship with Lilith, marking one another with crimson or black kiss marks had been your signature sign of affection since the beginning. What will change when Lucifer poses a hypothetical question with an obvious implicit meaning?

Author Notes: Thank you @damsel-loves-machines for the inspiration to write this one shot! I'm definitely going to be writing a follow up concubine one shot off your more recent post but, it's going to be a little while before I get to that (too many projects!). Enjoy this in the mean time!

Word Count: 5083

To be the king or queen’s lover was an achievement sought after by the masses; both sinners and hellborns. A quick claim to fame. At some point in their long lives they had both begun taking new partners to their beds. Most held the title for extended periods of time as Lilith and Lucifer were both particular with their partners and once they found someone they enjoyed, they tended to hang on for a while. Not that there wasn’t the occasional individual rumored to have warmed one of their beds.

In the centuries since the royal’s opened their relationship though, there were whispers of 3 individuals, all of them hellborn, who had held an official title of concubine. For the title, you had to win both the king and queen over and tend to the both of them; separately and together. The title was coveted despite neither Lucifer nor Lilith ever having confirmed such individuals existing.

When you had first heard of the royals taking lovers, and the whispered concubines, it had been a fantasy you entertained in your free time. You had always been confident of your body and sexual prowess -you were certain lust had been your downfall sin- but, you were never delusional enough to consider angling for the position. Considering the rate of sinner lovers was so drastically low it was basically unrealistic. You also knew fanangling yourself into their lives would come off as desperate and that just wasn’t a look you were willing to wear. No, you were happy fantasizing about the power couple and seeing them occasionally at rallies or events. 

It had been entirely coincidental you had met the king and queen one night when they came into the restaurant you served at and were seated in your section. Even more of a miracle that you not only had the audacity to question the queen’s choice of wine but, that you had enough charisma to smooth over your transgression. Promising she would much prefer your recommendation based on the snip-its of her preferences you had gleaned from her indecisive rambling at the king. Trying not to break out in a sweat as Lucifer violently glared you down from his seat, hints of horns poking from his forehead when you had challenged the royal.

You can still vividly recall her eyes rolling back into her head after having sipped the wine you gambled your life on. The lusty sound of her satisfied sigh that rolled from her lips after having left the most beautiful black lip marks on the ring of the glass. 

“My dear…” her voice low and sultry as her eyes opened to give you a half lidded look, “you have exquisite tastes.”

“Thank you, my queen.” You offer a small smile and bow, making sure you didn’t break out in a full grin or groan out in relief. You couldn’t stop yourself from adding, intentionally or not, flirting. “I’m here to ensure my guests have the most pleasurable experience possible.”

Her lips had curled in an almost cat-like grin. “I’ll keep that in mind.” The silky purr having tickled your ears as she swirled the glass of wine slowly in her hand. Her expression evolved from indifferent to amused while Lucifer sneered at the exchange.

The next time you had seen Lilith, she had come back to the restaurant for lunch a week later on her own and had requested your company as she ate. It had taken her almost 3 hours to eat the small bites of food between the almost unnaturally easy flowing conversation.

The marking had all started that day.

As she had been getting ready to leave, you had gently taken her hand in yours and bowed, bringing her hand to your lips leaving a bright red kiss mark on her knuckles. As you straightened, you had smiled at her and told her, “A promise that I’ll answer should you ever decide to call on me again, my queen.”

Every encounter after that contained one of you, or both, leaving a kiss mark on the other; Lilith in her signature black lipstick and yours had become the crimson red you had dawned that day. The playful, prominent display you both unabashedly wore. A kiss on the cheek before going out together. Sliding down a sleeve to leave a hidden mark prior to an event. A kiss to the side of the knee. There soon weren’t any areas off limits.

Some of the times making promises that you both would ensure were fulfilled. Never a promise neither of you couldn’t.

All the while, Lucifer had been slowly growing use to your presence. He had kept his distance in the beginning due to his known dislike of sinners but, the longer you stuck around the more he seemed to relax. When you once couldn’t enter a room without him slipping out, you now could hold a small conversation with him about some of the events going on that day, before he would excuse himself. He used to turn his nose up at your attempt to make him breakfast and now he would periodically make requests. The three of you had even started having dinner one or twice a week with Lilith’s encouragement.

You had also noticed that when he was around the two of you, he would watch the both of you and seemed to have taken a particular interest in the marking. You hadn’t caught on to it at first, being so smitten with Lilith your focus had been entirely on her. The first time you recall seeing it though, it had been so fleeting it almost hadn’t even pinged on your radar. 

“Say ah my queen~.” a gentle instruction as you had held up a strawberry to Lilith’s lips. She had giggled and parted her lush, ink black lips and took her bite of the strawberry. A bit of the succulent fruit’s juice slipped past her lips racing towards her chin.

You hadn’t even thought twice about grabbing her chin to turn her head. Leaning in to slowly lap up the nectar before planting a firm, red mark in its place. Your voice low as you growled out, “Delicious.”

She gave you a half lidded look, lightly biting her smirking lip. She reached over to your free hand and placed it on her knee before slowly sliding it upwards. “I have something else for your that’s delicious.”

It was at that point you caught Lucifer out of the corner of your eye observing your flirting. His lithe body, propped up against the door frame with his hands in his white sweatpant pockets. You hadn’t been able to catch his expression though, from what you could tell of his posture, he had been at ease watching the situation. As you turned, he was already walking towards the two of you. “Good morning ladies.” 

“Morning my love.” Lilith responded, reaching for Lucifer with the hand that wasn’t on yours, to kiss him. Her lipstick transferring to his pearl white lips along with a small portion of your red. She grinned seeing not only her mark but yours as well.

“Good morning my king.” You grinned and shook your head at her antics, though refrained from telling him. You loved the look of the black and red against his porcelain skin and you thought at the time, that would be as close as you would ever get to painting him in your signature color.

Neither you nor Lilith knew that after Lucifer had retired to prepare for the day, he had intentionally sequestered himself to his office upon seeing the mark, so he could unabashedly wear it the whole day. Conflicted in his excitement to have both marks on him. It had only been around dinner time that he had removed the lipstick before he joined the two of you for a meal.

Several times after that, when you had marked her -or visa versa- you caught him watching. You had tried playfully teasing him initially about wanting to watch, or join, the two of you and that had beautifully blown up in your face. He had become seemingly agitated, or perhaps flustered, and immediately left. Lilith had soothed you as best she could but, you had convinced yourself you had taken it too far knowing his disgust of sinners and newly developed tolerance for you.

The breakthrough with Lucifer had come suddenly during one of the events you had been invited to attend with them since it was being held in Pride Ring. It was a bigger event where Lilith and Lucifer would speak together in front of the citizens.

You had just assisted Lilith with a little stress relief before she went on stage. You hadn’t cleaned yourself up considering how close you two had cut it. As soon as she gotten off, you both had bolted to the stage where she immediately walked out as her name was called.

You stood there with your lipstick smeared across your face, the backdrop for a single black kiss etched across your lips, your skin glistening with her juices. Entirely too worked up, and entirely indifferent, to care if people saw you like this momentarily. In the darkened wing, most just hurried around you focused on their work as you watched her command the stage effortlessly. Your eyes hungrily locked on to the smooth sway of her hips wanting to part her legs again. Crowd be damned.

“You uh…should probably go see the makeup artists to fix your makeup. If they were able to fix up Lilith’s makeup, after seeing what you look like, they should be able to take care of yours without much issue.” you heard from beside you. 

You tilted your head to see Lucifer standing next to you, his eyes focused on Lilith despite his comment being aimed at you. You smiled and put a hand over your lips as you replied, humbled enough to make it a little less obvious, “Thank you for letting me know sir. While I don’t doubt the makeup team’s ability… they didn’t have to do much touch up with Lilith’s make up.”

His brows furrowed and he turned his eyes onto you. You couldn’t stop your quiet giggling at his befuddled expression. You had always found it amusing how when you were trying to be subtle about your sexual endeavors with Lilith it would go over his head. You stepped closer to him, your arm brushing against his, before leaning down, “I made out with her other lips sir.”

His eyes popped open and lips pressed into a thin line as he whipped his attention back towards Lilith. In the dim light, you could swear you saw the rosey tone of his cheeks spread back towards his ear. You didn’t want to assume though, especially after your multitude of botched attempts to flirt or tease him, so you bit your cheek and slipped away from him to give him back his space.

Lilith’s voice echoed around the both of you as you watched her. Filling the silence that would have lingered between the two of you so you could comfortably exist together. At least, until Lucifer cleared his throat. You turned to the king as he asked, “If you were to leave a mark on me right now, where would you do it?”

Stunned, you blatantly stared. Processing. You must've heard that wrong. He couldn’t have just asked what you thought you heard. 

“What?”

A brow perked, his eyes locked onto you as his face remained stone still, repeating himself. “Where would you mark me?” 

You swallowed hard, closing your ajar mouth only realizing now it had fallen open. Your voice, and mind, failing you as he waited. Skin crawling to reach out to answer him with action in the absence of your other voice. You slowly reached up, succumbing to the desire to show him, before you hesitated.

“May I?” A softly croaked out question.

He looked to your hand leaning away slightly, as if unsure, before meeting your eyes, courage rejuvenated enough to bob out a nod. You released a breath you hadn’t  realized you had been holding and your hand continued it’s path. Slowly, your middle finger skimmed along the collar of his jacket, slightly pulling downwards to see the untouched succulent flesh of his neck. Your eyes honing in on where his neck met his shoulder. The thought of marking him there appealing though, with him going out on stage it could be spotted very easily. 

You prowled behind him, his bent collar revealing the back of his neck. An excellent choice as well. You could imagine licking up the back of his neck to his hairline, nipping lightly before placing your firm red impression. Yet, given your current relationship with him it didn’t seem right. You did lean in though, unable to resist, to lightly blow on the back of his neck, sending goosebumps rippling across his skin. 

As you rounded his other side, your attention caught on his ear. Your hand released his collar to lightly caress it’s way up his neck with your knuckles. Gently pushing his hair back away from his ear. Your finger sliding it’s way up the lobe towards the middle ear to lightly pull it forward, exposing a small patch of skin.

Subtle. Sensual. Intimate without going too far.

You lean in, your lips inches away from his face as your eyes raked over the flesh. “Right there.” you uttered, barely audible over Lilith’s voice, the acting of stroking behind his ear emphasizing your choice while making him shiver.

It was his turn to swallow.

He started to open his mouth when his name was called by Lilith. His eyes shooting over to her and then back to you as you pulled away from him. “Good luck my king.” You grinned at him, stepping away. He cleared his throat, briskly fixing his collar and hair before joining her out on stage. His rebound seemingly effortless.

Momentarily you marveled at their ability to flawlessly recoup as Lucifer joined hands with Lilith and carried on with the show. Neither of them letting on that they had been out of sorts before walking into the limelight. 

As more guests joined you off stage in the wing, you slipped away to fix your make up. The smeared red having lightly stained your skin and despite your best attempts to remove it, the staining was steadfast. Acquiescing, you mask it with a new layer of foundation and contouring before returning to your place off stage.

The crowd roared when the royals made their exit.

You awaiting them as they approached. “You two are a marvel at getting the crowd going.” you whisper, turning to walk next to Lilith placing her in the middle as the three of you made your way towards dressing rooms.

“Well we’ve been doing it long enough.” Lilith chimed, “The real challenge is always navigating and garnering the support of the goetia at the after party.”

Lucifer let out a disgusted groan and rolled his eyes. “Some of them are so…”

“Pompous?” Lilith offered, her tone pairing well with his tone despite her own schooled smile.

“WHY do we agree to the dinner party?” Lucifer grumbled.

You smiled as Lilith giggled. “To ensure they’re doing what they need to be doing, my love, and to be available for if they require our assistance or insight.” He tsked as you all approached Lilith’s dressing room and Lilith stopped. “I’ve just got to grab something from my dressing room real quick. Lu, can you run ahead and have the car readied?”

“Of course.” he said, throwing a grin over his shoulder as he sauntered off.

You stopped at the door, watching Lilith walk over and grab her clutch. She popped it open, grabbing her lipstick to freshen it up quickly in the mirror all the while her eyes were on you. You smirked, her own grin growing in response.

“You’ll never guess what Lucifer asked me before joining you on stage.”

Her application faltered briefly before she finished and turned towards you with both brows raised. She made her way back to you, at which point you offered her an arm. She happily slid her hand along your forearm purring out, “Well, don’t keep me waiting.” 

“He asked if I were to mark him, where would I do it.” You placed your hand atop hers as her smile dropped into a stunned gape. “I know. I’m certain I had the same look on my face.”

She snapped her mouth shut and the two of you headed towards the exit. You peeked over at her, giving a lopsided smile seeing her contemplating the news. She huffed out, as if she had made a weighted decision and looked at you. “Are you interested in having the both of us?”

The fantasies you use to craft when being a lover or concubine was a far fetched dream flitted through your mind inducing a blush. You laughed out nervously and she leaned into your arm emitting a soft ‘hm?’ as if Lucifer being attractive hadn’t been something the two of you had talked about. You glanced at her half lidded eyes and knowing smile.

“I am.” you utter as you both turn a corner to Lucifer waiting at the end of the hallway.

She leaned close, lips brushing against your ear. “Follow my lead dear.”

You shivered, biting your lip hard. Excitement and nervousness twisting your stomach.

“Thank you for getting the car ready Luc.” Lilith called, pulling away from you to a respectable distance. He eyed the two of you as the chauffeur opened the car door. “Go ahead Luc.”

He stared  a moment longer before he relented and climbed in. His obedience evoking a smirk from his wife. She withdrew her hand from your arm and steered you towards the car. “Go ahead.”

You hesitated. Lilith had always sat between you and Lucifer anytime the three of you had ridden together. It had never been you in the middle. She had implored you to follow her lead though and so you did. As you climbed in, you noticed that she had started around the back of the car towards the other side.

It wasn’t going to be you in the middle.

You bit back a smile as you settled into your window seat, the chauffeur closing the door behind you just as the other door opened to Lucifer’s surprise. “Slide over love.” she cooed, waiting until he had started to shuffle before she slid in. Pinning Lucifer between you and her.

“Oh! Well, this is different!” he laughed out nervously. His knees pinched together and hands tightly gripping his cane that he had propped between them.

It made Lilith laugh out softly as the door closed behind her. “I was feeling a window seat after being stuck in the middle for so long.”

“Is that so?” he gave a tight smile.

“It is.” she angled her body towards him. “I think we all should take turns being in the middle from now on.”

You smiled, biting your cheek. Picking up where she was going with this. So you too angled your body towards Lucifer who was too focused on Lilith to notice. “Aaaaannnnd…why would we do that?”

“Well…” Lilith’s eyes flickered to you and then back. “if we are all going to be marking one another why wouldn’t we?”

Lucifer’s eyes widened and he laughed out looking back at you, “That was just an innocent question Lili.”

“Was it?” Your question pushing Lilith’s agenda as you recalled his reactions; him holding his breath, the shivers, his hard swallow, and his questionable blushing. Further proving the point though, you reached out and lightly flicked the edge of his collar eliciting a hard swallow from him.

Lilith perked a brow at the reaction, giving Lucifer a lopsided smirk. She reached out and turned his attention back on her with a single finger to his jawline. “Lucifer…” she leaned in and brushed her nose along his cheek back to his ear. “I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

“I have no idea-” he started.

“We both have your majesty.” A quick interjection from you. Gaining confidence as you push past his collar to run your fingers down his neck and then slide them into his hair. Your pinky running over the spot behind his ear.

His face began to flush. He tried to look back at you as Lilith held his face in place. “What’s holding you back my love?” Lilith posed, the hand holding his face sliding down his neck to his jacket to undo the fasteners. “Is it purely the fact she’s a sinner?”

Lucifer’s eyes shot back to Lilith as your hand stilled while lodged in his hair. “That’s not….I mean…”

“She’s been a good sinner to me, to us, hasn’t she?”

He sighed out. “She has.”

“Passed all of your ridiculous background checks and little investigations?”

Your brows furrowed and you shot a confused look at Lilith that begged the question ‘What now?’ She remained focused though, her free hand sliding across the back of the seat and to your hand wrapped up in his hair, beckoning it to move with a light push as he replied. “Yes…”

“You find her attractive?” Lilith pressed onward, the hand on his chest having freed all the clasps, pushing open his jacket to begin working at his vest.

You would most certainly be bringing up the background checks later but, you let it slide for the moment. Your hand beginning to rake through his hair again before combing it downwards, abandoning Lilith’s hand, to lightly pull his jacket off of his shoulder. You leaned in, lightly blowing on his neck making him yelp out, “YES!” He coughed, shutting his eyes and attempting to recover, “I uh do.”

“Then, can I mark you?” the words came out almost involuntarily, though you knew Lilith approved as her eyelids lowered. Lucifer sucked in a sharp breath. Your hand on his shoulder reached up to turn his head to you making his eyes fly open. His face fully flushed now and eyes saucers. 

Lilith leaned in to kiss Lucifer’s neck making him jump slightly, his attention stolen. Nothing a quick tapping to his chin didn’t correct, begging an answer with the quirk of your brow and pout of your lips.

“I…” a quiet stutter as she shivered at the feeling of Lilith pulling his vest aside before she stopped. The three of you still awaiting Lucifer’s approval. “Y-Yes.”

“So stubborn.” Lilith crooned into his neck, beginning to tug at his tucked in shirt.

An elated shiver quaked through you as you turned Lucifer’s head towards Lilith enough for you to access his ear. Leaning in, your hands brushed backed his hair and lightly pulled his ear forward enough so you could finally plant your first mark. Firmly pressing your lips to his skin, ensuring it would leave a solid imprint before pulling back to revel in your crimson work. “I’ve waiting so long to do that.” you whispered out.

“Oh why stop there?” Lilith growled as she leaned forward to paint his stomach with her own inky strokes. 

Lucifer choked and gasped out, “Hold on!” Lilith’s only response was to grab one of his hands and pin it to the back of the seat. He shot a pleading look to you, as you took his other hand, lacing your fingers with his before pressing it to the seat as well.

“Pentagram is our word if you genuinely want this to stop my king.” 

Lilith looked up to the both of you, her movement dragging his gaze away from you down to her. He nodded, gulping as his head lulled back to land on the seat. “Okay.” 

Lilith’s tongue snaked out of her mouth and slipped below the waistband of his pants evoking a moan. “Such a good boy.” you utter into his ear before you begin your own descent. His hand squeezing yours at the praise.

Your hand pulled his shirt up higher, undressing more of his torso. A pristine white canvas that you fully intended to marr, the thought alone making your chest tighten. Leaning in, your nose brushed against his chest gliding over his nipple. You slipped farther down and right where his sternum ended you landed a kiss before dragging your lips in a sweeping motion following the anatomy.

Lilith pulled back from her work, his stomach already covered in marks; both solid and smeared. Seeing your paint stroke she smirked before leaning in to mimic it on the other side as you leaned in to leave a solid kiss on his belly button. Moving downwards, you started littering his skin with light smudges. Fragments of impressions. The only other full lip mark you decided to leave was on the hip closest to you. A single finger slipped under his band to pull it down enough you could fully capture his hipbone with your kiss. 

Lucifer had slowly brought his head forward to watch the two of you. Desperately willing himself still despite desperately wanting to writhe. His breathing had sped up though and he had groaned out a few times; such as when Lilith had matched the rib mark you left or when your finger teased his pants downward to access his hip. He couldn’t stop from grinding his hips upwards towards the end, right before you and Lilith slowly pulled yourselves away to examine your handiwork; his eyes glazed over, face flushed, labored breathing, with a plethora of lip marks strewn across his abdomen tapering off on his chest.

It made you want to hike your dress up to ride him into oblivion. Obviously the sentiment was shared with Lilith who moaned out, “God you make me so wet.” A breathy moan of agreement sounded from you as you bit your lip, knowing it was turning the same color as your lipstick from the pressure.

“Such a shame we have the dinner.”

Both Lucifer and you snapped your attention to Lilith who smugly started to fix Lucifer’s outfit. Oh. What a tease. You knew he wouldn’t be able to focus. You wouldn’t be able to focus either but, few would take an interest in your presence. You apologetically looked at Lucifer who was sitting there gaping. “M-My love! I can’t go to the dinner like…like this!” he looked down at himself, alluding to the tented pants but, Lilith feigned ignorance.

“Oh my love, these marks will be well hidden beneath your clothes. It won’t be a problem.” She soothed, his shirt messily tucked in now. She released his hand to straighten it out and then started reclasping his vest. “We just cannot skip any more events than we already have this month.”

He groaned looking to you for assistance, receiving only a shrug. The idea of subtly teasing him further at the party making your core ache. “I don’t make the schedule my king. I promise on all my markings though, I’ll make your patience now worth it later tonight.”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes at you before he freed his hand from yours quickly wrapping his arm around your waist to yank you closer. With his other hand, he pulled down your sleeve before sinking his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder. You gasped, eyes fluttered closed as he began to roughly suck. The hand that had bared your shoulder sliding down to capture your clothed breast in a tight squeeze.

You heard Lilith hum before feeling a hand on your knee, slowly caressing it’s way upwards beneath your skirt. Her fingers ever so lightly skimming across your panties, ever so slightly applying pressure to the perfect spot, only to depart down your other leg making you whimper. “All in good time my loves.”

Lucifer pulled back with a loud pop to examine his claim on you. Smirking at it he leaned back down to lick it before trailing his tongue up your neck to your ear. “I’ll be damned if you get any sleep tonight.” 

You shuttered. Your breathing quivering as you almost inaudibly whispered out, “I’m here for your use.” An approving growl sounded and the hand on your hip gave a tantalizing squeeze with his claws.

He then turned his head to Lilith, his hands quickly grappling her. Draping her across the both of you; her ass in his lap and her back on yours. “Don’t think I forgot about you my darling wife.” he seethed, hiking up her dress.

“I’d be disappointed if you did.” 

She sat up, one elbow propping herself up on the seat between your legs. The other hand reached up to grab the back of your head and pull you in for a sloppy kiss; tongue slipping into your mouth. All the while Lucifer propped one of her legs up and leaned down to sink his teeth into the flesh of her inner thigh. Repeating the process he enacted on your shoulder. The sensation making Lilith moan into your mouth.

She only pulled away when Lucifer released her leg with another loud pop. The both of you panting, neither of you wearing the other’s lipstick having spent it all on Lucifer. “Such a shame…” Lilith pouted, her hand sliding around your head to brush her thumb over your lips.

You laughed out softly, “Good thing I painted your lips earlier.”

“You rake.” She playfully swatted your chin before sitting up further with your assistance. Still in Lucifer’s lap, she started fixing his jacket.

“You sure we can’t just…go home?” you ask, leaning in to kiss the back of her neck as Lucifer wrapped an arm around her waist and yours just as the car pulled to a stop.

“The show must go on.” she purred, smirking at the both of you before sliding off of Lucifer’s lap to let herself out of the car, seamlessly fixing her dress in the same motion. You and Lucifer both making your own noises of displeasure as the car door behind you opened marking the beginning of what would feel like a never ending soiree. 

[aqua-the-smiter]

@kit-williams @egrets-not-regrets Alright kids, ask and ye shall receive. NSFW under the cut Breeding kink, semi-public sex, ruining Roboute's hardwood table Lion El'Johnson x female reader. Getting down and dirty with you on one of his brother's library tables. How rude. Divider by the lovely @squishyowl

"What is someone catches us?" You whine quietly, trying to keep your voice down.

"They won't if you're quiet." Lion reassured you from between your legs with a purr, before shoving his tongue back between them

He was eating you out like a tiger licking the meat off a bone while you were spread like a banquet over a table in one of Roboute Guilliman's numerous libraries. And judging by the little noises he was making, thoroughly enjoying himself. Thankfully, Guilliman, Horus, Lorgar, and Vulkan were all chattering away in another room.

Not that you weren't either, if your issues with volume were anything to go by.

His behavior still caught you off guard sometimes. He had been so proper when he was courting you. So...chivalrous. It sounded silly, but that was truly the best word you could use for it. Chivalrous.

Maybe it was because you were a knight pilot. Your family's history with the machines went back millennia, and you were damn proud of it too. That might of been it. He had wanted you to see him as a gentleman while he tried to win your heart (and you his, truth be told), so he treated you like a lady. It looked good in front of your family too. Your father was a wonderful man, but you had been his only daughter in a sea of sons.

Lion hadn't been anything other than perfectly respectful, to both your family and you. Whenever the two of you met up he would get on one knee and kiss the back of your hand in greeting. He did his best to kneel down whenever you spoke to him as well. He would always walk you back home after an outing, and never pushed you for anything more than kissing while you were still dating.

Although he had been more than pleased to finally have you on your wedding night. And on one of his brother's tables.

He was no knight now, that's for sure. You could feel his tongue slithering between your legs, licking and pressing at just the right spot underneath all the folds to have you cumming over and over again. Like he was holding down a button inside of you. Leaving you and overstimulated, quivering mess, and him lapping up your fluids like a cat with stolen cream.

Then his tongue was abruptly replaced with something rather bigger, and it took all your willpower not to squeal.

You wrapped your thighs around his hips as he sheathed himself fully in your, stretching you open with his huge cock. You were more than wet enough to make up for any lack of lubrication on his end. Before you'd gotten with him you had seen some of the other Primarchs with their wives and wondered how in the world they bedded their husbands. What you didn't expect was getting your answer first hand.

With great enthusiasm.

Lion leaned over you, nestling his face between your neck and shoulder. Sinking his teeth into the tender flesh there. Your legs tightened around his hips, yours bucking up to meet his thrusts as he hilted himself in your slick cunt again.

You almost enjoyed the thought of someone catching you. Seeing how good Lion fucked you. How a primarch took his bride. "It's about time-" He whispered in your ear again. Holding your hips in a vice to his while he filled you up with his seed. "-that we started making cubs anyway."

"No time like the present?" You managed to slur out.

"Exactly."

[moistreicher]

Lies of P

Pinocchio own headcanons.

• I kind of imagine that P is a very curious puppet (like a player in game exploring) and he would always bring something back to the hotel Krat after mission and Gepetto would see his son piling up things on his table. A broken doll in a red dress. A small piece of screw that shines so brightly like it was newly made. A cowboy hat which Gepetto wonders where did he get it and small few jewels which resembles Gemini's color and his eyes. However, P has been collecting so many things and piling it up on Gepetto's table, forced the old man to get a chest for P to put his treasure (mostly junks) inside.

• P doesn't seem to talk in game but characters in game acts as if so I think, P doesn't usually talk. He only talks when spoken too like an actual puppet with corresponding lines but P can make his own replies and he chooses a word or sentence that would only be a brief response. Gemini once tried to make the boy talk more than he usually does by striking conversation and question but it seems like P got annoyed that he eventually ignored Gemini for the whole mission (still listening to Gemini at least)

• despite he had fought big monsters and big hostile machines, P is afraid of cats at first. When he was curious and tried to touch the feline, it launched its claws to his hand and hissed which caused him to startle. Confused and unable to comprehend what happened, it feared the small creature temporarily as Eugene showed him that cats aren't terrifying creature. Although sensitive, cats are surprisingly affectionate in their own way. But he wishes that the cats would at least trust him and let him touch their soft fur.

• P is fascinated by his own limbs. How it bends and straighten. How his arms are able to move in rotation motion and how his fingers folds in a curl. Gemini taught him how to make a heart but unable to understand as it is not the shape of a heart (he thought literal shape of a heart) and Gemini had to go through explaining him how it is a heart. Then Gepetto gave P a show where he'd use shadow of his hands to imitate the silhouettes of animals. P was amused.

• P purrs. Or so what it sounds like. His springs inside make a sound when he feels pleasant, comfortable at certain someone or simply enjoying the pat on the head from Gepetto. They thought that spring sound is only natural but they don't mostly hear it when P feels neutral till Sophia noticed how the springs started to shift inside him when Sophia and P sat down together to enjoy the rain at the garden.

"Oh my, you sound like you're purring, oh clever one" and then smiled. P doesn't know what it means but kept quiet as the spring sound continues. Sophia thinks that he must have gotten it from the cats as he observed them without touching.

As for P's situation, he does feel warm inside or what he would try to describe it as best as he can. He also feel a small vibration inside. Only vibration and nothing else that is worrying so he lets it without telling Gepetto or Eugene.

• Puppets don't need rest however, P started to like his leisure time. He have no mission? He would stay in Hotel Krat and sit down simply and enjoy the structure of the interior. He would explore the Hotel and look at the painting. Check some corridors he hadn't seen yet. He would also look at the cats. Sits in front of them and simply observe them with a small smile which Eugene found adorable feature from the puppet.

After a mission, he wouldn't go back to the Hotel Krat immediately. He will take his time to go back there. Walking in the alley, roadside, other paths and trying to picture the place before the puppet frenzy had happened. He would ask Gemini about the buildings and structures about what it used to be.

• Missions can get P really dirty. He don't sweat but the muds and dirty water can get to his boots, clothes and skin including his hair so whenever he gets back to the hotel Krat, he is adviced by Gemini to go straight to bath immediately.

P can also feel temperature and he likes the coldness of the clean water. He would always let the cold water run and get into the tub willingly. Gepetto had once reminded P not to use too cold water and don't stay too long there to protect his P-organs from freezing. But P can be act like a child still and insists on using even colder temperature to test how he can go on until it actually happens. Almost freezing his P-organs and thanks to Gemini to call out for Gepetto which saved P from freezing all over.

P got a lot of scolding from Gepetto and after that incident, Gepetto would check on him if his staying longer in bath and sometimes would come in and help P to wash his hair thoroughly from the dirt that is in blindspots.

[lmadsadness]

skaddling to my rambling corner again to talk about Shockwave again, so y'all gather around and hear me out on this one.

My rambling last post was about Shockwave as a cat lover/dad. Like, he probably goes pspspspsps when he sees a cat in his path. But now I think about it, now I wonder something else,,,,, what if Shockwave IS a cat? (cat instincts i mean)

Like,,,,, does he purr when he gets petted??? does his processors (or some shit IDK machine stuff) go brrrrrrrrrrrrr when he gets petted????? does he become relaxed when he gets petted???? DOES HE LIKE BEING PETTED??????? Dw i got some answers to my questions!!1!1! (the fuck does that mean ya fuckshit!!!!)

No one knows about this except for Soundwave, he definitely pets him every day and Shockwave just goes (^_^) everytime he gets petted. (husband goals!!!! WHO SAID THAT?????). As for the relaxation, yes, yes he would be relaxed. His processors (OR SOME SHIt) would go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr when he gets petted.

ALSO!!!!! Shockwave probably has the strong urge to push off things off from counters, he struggles with trying to act serious whenever his instincts go DO IT. PUSH THE CONTAINERS OFF THE COUNTER. GO CRAZY GO FERAL (wow this sounds so me!!! *ahem* my bad). Due to that, Soundwave sometimes have to make sure his husband (Shockwave) doesnt do funny business and push something off the counter and break it.

While i could say Soundwave would sit in the most weirdest places known to Cybertronians (like in the ceiling of the ship, the top of the cupboards, ect), Shockwave would do the same as well except with the most cramp places known to Cybertronians. Like, if he is missing for 3 hours, check the most cramp and unbelievable areas/places and he would be there like "heyyyyy how are you doing" because he finds those specific places comfortable (bitch it looks uncomfortable as fuck)

Im gonna keep this post short so that's all of my yapping today!! Again, feel free to ask me questions about this

[skyeslittlecorner]

Duty of a right hand man: Sitri

As I promised, it's time to abuse this blue lamb.

Warning: self-harm

I totally did NOT mix up the posts and I did not post a wip here earlier that was almost half as long. Nu-uh. Not at all.

Words count: 906

꧁*:･ ✡ ･:*꧂

Demons, like cats, purr in two ways. Usually at the knees of the owner, when they are happy and rules the world. However, sometimes when a pet is dying, it purrs because the vibrations help soothe the pain.

When a soft growl reached Sitri's sensitive ears, what little sleep he had managed to catch faded away. The hospital wing stank of drugs, moonlight reflected off the white walls and bedding. But the worst was the constant noise. Sitri get used to the creaking of his mattress and rustling of quilt and pillow; he liked the whispers of the wind blowing into the curtains through the open window. Hospital? A lot of terrible beeping of machines, squeaking of wheels of the medicine cart and clanking drugs being given to other patients. Even the slippage of physiological salts from the drip into his veins irritated him. Anemia? And what about this? Next time, Buer will have to force him into a straightjacket before putting him in bed.

It took him a few seconds to locate the voice. Unfortunately, Buer must have been right about Sitri’s not-so-good condition, because his migraine couldn't have come from nothing... but still, he would recognize his king's voice at any moment. And he recognized it now too.

He turned off the IV, pulled the tube from his hand, and crawled out of bed. Once the vertical and horizontal lines stopped waving, he adjusted the blanket to make it look as if he was still sleeping in it, curled up. It should be enough for Buer to not notice for a while.

Silently Sitri walked through the halls of the castle, heading towards Satan's chambers. He heard more than he saw; more and more distinct murmur, rhythmic breathing and heartbeat. And also… he felt like his ears were ringing. Sounds doubled. Damn migraine.

He wanted to take some painkillers, but had to find out what happened first. His Majesty had a habit of behaving not entirely sensibly. Once he popped a whole pack of pills into his mouth and chewed them as if they were mints and not painkillers. That's why Sitri preferred to first find out what was happening and only then bring the *measured* medicines. 

He still had that strange feeling that his majesty's heart was beating twice. Without much thinking, he opened the door. The lamp was on in the office, but the chair near solid desk was empty. 

“Hey.” A warm, familiar whisper caught his attention. A beautiful voice that he would recognize anywhere. “Shh, I don't want to wake him up.”

“Solomon…”

Their pretty face twisted hearing his voice. As always. Solomon. He spoke without thinking as he couldn't get used to the fact that the first person he loved was no longer there. Childish? Yes. Could he handle it? No. They felt so much like him. Same soul, similar heart, similar voice. But Solomon faded away so long ago. Sitri wished this beautiful human didn't look so much like him. He wanted to love them as they were. And he loved, despite what thoughtlessly escaped his lips. But only he knew about it.

Unlike other demons, Sitri did not pay much attention to appearance. He cared little about eyesight. He felt the soul and heard the heart. They were the ones who spoke first, before the eyes could show the rest. And, unfortunately, this soul and this heart were identical to his long-lost love. First love. Unrequited love.

And now history repeats itself.

Losing something he could never have hurt bad enough the first time. Now, due to his own stupidity, he couldn't even hope for a second chance. Not when his majesty's head was resting on MC’s lap, not when they stroked him with a tender smile, and not when even their heartbeats synchronized. Sitri felt like an intruder during this intimate moment.

"Sorry." 

He withdrew quietly and closed the door. The pain pierced his chest, pierced his head, blurred his vision… or were they tears? Nevermind. 

Rage flowed through him like electricity. A demon as old as him, how could he be so stupid? Why would this poor human pay attention to him if he couldn't even learn to say their name? Why did he allow himself to hope at all? Why does he… No, he needed to free himself from these thoughts.

He raised his hand, looked at it carefully, and tear out the cannula. 

Blood spilled on the white sleeve. It hurt, but differently. Almost calming. Sticky red liquid flowed along his fang-scarred wrist, warm and thick. There wasn't much of it left in his dry body. If only he could get rid of the rest of it…

No. He had responsibilities. He was the guardian of Gehenna. Responsibilities... that might help.

Feeling a lump in his throat he turned on his heel. Throbbing pain in his hand briefly allowed him to focus enough to go to his own office. Buer did not rule in Gehenna. He couldn't force him to rest. And Satan... he had other things to do now. At least his king was happy, and that meant Gehenna was at peace. If Sitri had to lose them both, he was happy to lose them to each other.

Demons, like cats, purr in two ways. When they are happy and when they are suffering. But despite his excellent hearing, Sitri couldn't hear the soft growl that escaped from his own constricted throat this night.

[dsafstevenfanclub]

Pspspsp.. anyone wanna exchange headcanons about Steven and/or phoneguys as a whole? I'd love to hear y'all ramble about them!!

Click read more if you want to see mine >:]c

Steven unconsciously stims a lot as a nervous habit. Such stims include - but are not limited to - tapping his foot, fixing or grabbing his tie, adjusting his sleeves, checking the time a bit too frequently, twirling his handset cord, and so on.

Touch starved yet touch averse.

CORD TAIL!! Phoneguys have to recharge somehow. They're usually hidden from sight, though. Kids are too grabby.

I like the idea of phoneguys "purring" when happy/comfortable enough (caused by a faint vibration from their head's inner mechanisms, though it sounds more like a "vrr" than a "purr")

I feel like phoneguys in general have the ability to overheat and/or bluescreen like a computer would.. if they did bluescreen, they'd probably just play a dialtone until they're booted back up.

They probably have barcodes, serial ids and/or the Afton Robotics logo either tattooed, indented or painted on them.

Probably have a maintenance hatch or at least a slot to eat/drink, considering they can canonically smoke.

Scars have healed over more cleanly than Jack and Dave's due to being fixed up in the factory.

Involuntarily ringing as a response to certain emotions, such as being angry or flustered.

Rotary dial can twitch/spin to show expression to make up for the lack of a proper face.

I imagine that you could kiss/be kissed by the phone guys using their handsets. Handsets have two sides: a microphone (mouthpiece) and a speaker (receiver). If you think about it, wouldn't that kinda be like the machine equivalent of an ear and mouth? Kiss the speaker side and boom you got yourself a kissy. Alternatively, you could gently headbutt like cats do! :]

I think that's all of them.. other than that, and although it's not exactly a headcanon, I love when people put stickers and/or gold chains/pins on their Steven designs.. decorate that manager.. /vpos

-🍆

[priderock-inc]

Scar , zazu

Coffee break

(this was originally going to be a short little piece.)

(ha, ha. Ha.)

-

Scar isn’t the Vice President for no reason. He has a way of making things happen.

But Zazu really doesn’t think it should extend to him, and to this. He’s Mufasa's top advisor, not some secretary or personal assistant, and making coffee for the Vice President is certainly not in his job description.

“I’m busy, Scar,” he points out. “And surely you know how to make coffee on your own.”

Scar gestures expansively to the break room at large. “Well, technically yes, but why are you busy? You’re off the clock, same as I am.”

Deciding the VP isn’t going to stop bothering him until he gets what he wants, Zazu stands up with a sigh. Scar follows him to the counter, leaning against it and watching Zazu scoop grounds into the filter and set up the coffee pot.

“At least the machine is functioning,” Zazu grumbles. “Why it suddenly decides to start working for you, I have no idea.”

“Everything works for me,” Scar purrs. “I’m just very persuasive.”

Zazu rolls his eyes. “How could I forget?”

There's a silence broken only by the sound of percolating. Scar pulls his phone out and taps a few keys on it before slipping it back into his pocket. An edge of his mouth lifts slightly, and Zazu wonders which poor soul is going to be on the receiving end of whatever's causing that.

He pours the now-ready coffee into a cup. “How do you take it? Sugar, cream…?”

“No sugar.” Scar's hands come to rest on Zazu's upper arms as he peers over the shorter man's shoulder. “But I love cream. Mufasa says I’m cat-like that way.”

Zazu nearly spills the contents of the jug everywhere. 

“Right,” he manages. “Well. Good to know. Would you mind stepping back, please?”

“Of course.” Scar resumes his relaxed attitude against the counter. He gestures lazily. “Pour. I'll tell you when to stop.” 

Zazu swallows, mouth suddenly dry, and pours. He pours until the cup is full of swirling white-and-brown liquid and Scar says to stop. 

Then he hands the cup over and really wishes he wasn’t on break right now.

Scar’s eyes close in appreciation as he sips. They open too quickly, and Zazu fixes his gaze on a mysterious stain on the sloping underside of the coffee pot.

“It’s delightful, Zazu. Perfect.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

Another sip, an almost feline sound of pleasure. “You should make one for yourself as well. Do you like cream, Zazu?”

“No,” Zazu says shortly. “No, I do not. Black coffee is perfectly fine.”

“Perhaps you ought to try a little.” Scar holds out his cup. “Just a taste.”

“No thank you.”

“You really should. You might surprise yourself.”

The protest about this being unsanitary comes to mind a moment after Zazu finds himself reaching out to take the cup from Scar. Too little, too late. Zazu’s beginning to see a theme here.

He sips. The coffee is smooth and extremely rich; coating his tongue and sliding down far too easily. It’s like swallowing a mouthful of liquid velvet.

“No,” he says, after a pause and a deep breath. He licks his lips. “Too… much.”

“Mmm. Well, at least you know now.”

Zazu crosses his arms. “Perhaps a little. Sometimes. But I don’t see how you can drink it.”

“Easily,” Scar grins. He makes no move to take the cup back. “Keep that one if you like.”

“I just said I don’t want it!”

This time, the VP does take the coffee, leaning back to pick up the little porcelain zebra-shaped sugar jar. He adds a spoonful and a half of sugar to the drink, stirring it momentarily, and then passes it over. “Try it now.”

“This is ridiculous,” Zazu says tartly.

“Try it,” Scar repeats. 

It’s just as ridiculously silky as before, but the sugar adds another layer of depth that Zazu can’t quite make sense of. He likes sweets, in moderation, and… it's almost nice, this time, the way the coffee seems to insinuate itself into every crevice of his mouth before going down.

He sips again.

Scar’s smile is entirely too smug. 

[beelsbignaturals]

🐄 DEMON FORMS: BELPHEGOR 💤

AN: thanks void for helping w the tags ♡♡♡ also jsyk my requests are open and I am gonna be working on them slowly but surely. I have a con in like... a little over a week? So I'm a lil busy rn but thank u for the love on my creepy demon posts. As always you can check the obey me world building tag on my blog to see the other parts of this series :3

inspiration for this part: honestly, nothing specific unless you count like,,, The Hat Man

TWs: body horror, possession, sleep paralysis, mentions of insanity, mentions of psychosis, lesson 16 mention, demons being demons

● Okay, Level 1.5 belphie is more common than a regular human looking belphie because he can't be bothered most of the time. Also, he doesn't like humans that aren't you, so why would he want to be palatable for them? He has permanent eyebags. He goes back and forth between blinking way too fast or not at all. Which …Is unsettling. He can stare for hours and fall asleep like that. He has cow ears, and his tail is out because he plays with the fluffy part as a stress response. It makes him feel safe (probably bc beel will brush his tail for him when it gets all tangled, and he secretly LOVES it. Puts him to sleep in seconds.) Speaking of sleep, if you look directly at Belphie, he is very…. Fuzzy looking. Like you just woke up and everything's blurry, but it's only him that looks like this. 

Today is the day you learn demons can purr. You knock on the door of the twins' room, entering when you hear a quiet "come in." Perhaps you expected to see Belphie napping on Beel's back while the larger twin does push-ups. You certainly didn't think you'd see the pair sitting on the floor, Belphegor's tail being meticulously detangled by his brother. Belphie looks a bit like a house cat, curled up on the floor, eyes closed and purring as his tail occasionally swishes about. You silently take a video and leave before Belphie wakes up and forces you to delete it.

● Level 2. His tail grows large thorns, perfect for thwacking anyone who annoys him. He constantly smells like lavender and something else that no one can for sure define, but if you stand too close, you will get drowsy. Everything about him seems a bit… uncanny valley. He doesn't look terrifying so much as he looks…. Just,,,, Incorrect. His breathing sounds like a white noise machine.  This is the form he takes during lesson 16. He chooses it specifically so he doesn't make you run immediately. 

Despite the trauma that you experienced, you have learned to find comfort in Belphegor's demon form. Sometimes, you doze off to the sound of his breathing while your hands play with the soft fur of his ears. On more than one occasion, you have compared Belphie to one of the children from Polar Express, which got you smacked in the face by his tail. But even when you get on his last nerve, he is careful not to cut you with the sharp barbs on his tail. A silent apology for killing you once upon a time.

● Level 3. Goodbye sleepy, cozy weirdness, and hello sleep paralysis demon. The thorns on his tail get larger and spread to cover his arms. His eyelids just. Fuck off. He doesn't have them anymore. Jeff the Killer looking bitch. The longer you look at him the more…absolutely fucking AWFUL he looks. Five minutes? He has double the normal amount of teeth. Ten? His horns are casting shadows that look like every nightmare you've ever had. Twenty and all of a sudden you are literally frozen in place. If he's feeling kind, he will use magic to knock you unconscious. If not, you are going to be stuck like this until well after he leaves. If he leaves. Also, he eats dreams.

You will occasionally wake up in the dead of night to the sound of raspy breathing. When you look up, you find a pair of eyes staring intently at you. In the first few seconds after waking, your dreams are so incredibly vivid that it shocks you when they dissappear from your memory, as if it never happened. You yawn, throwing a pillow at the demon's face. Which causes Belphie to laugh, not losing balance from his perch at the end of your bed for even a second.

● Level 4. He is more mist than corporeal. He can be more on the solid side. He just prefers not to. If he is in this form, hold your breath and run. Breathing in any of the mist has…. Very bad side effects. You might find yourself unable to sleep ever again, no matter how tired, until eventually you go insane. Or perhaps living your worst nightmares is more your speed? Either way, it's absolutely horrifying, and he doesn't even have to do any work to destroy you. He just makes you do that yourself. If he likes you, he can make the effects a lot less awful. Breathing in the mist is literally breathing Belphegor, so he can also read your mind (all the better to find your deepest fears). You can hear a whispery voice in the back of your head… that's him. He likes to hang out and chat with Beel like this. Or plot anti-Lucifer activities with Satan since only the person he is possessing can hear him. He can suggest you do all sorts of things, and if you aren't paying attention, you might think it's your body working on its own. If he talks normally while just being a cloud of mist, his voice is surprisingly loud, encompassing the whole room.

A tiny voice, one you know all too well, speaks in the back of your mind. The first time this happened, you thought it was your conscious or something. Perhaps a psychotic break. But no, it is just the youngest of the seven demons you live with. Belphie enjoys backseat driving while you go about your day. He laughs when you trip (honestly, it might be him that caused it...), makes jokes at the most inappropriate times, causing you to choke on your own spit, trying to suppress laughter. And when someone is being particularly rude, he gets rather descriptive in his insults. But hey, he means well. You think.

[vulcan-bourbon]

writober 2023

day 16 — Patron (ver. 2)

Grian felt incredibly awkward being a freshman transfer in the middle of the school year. An unpleasant turn of fate in the form of the loss of accreditation of his own university and an emergency transfer to a completely unfamiliar (by all measures) educational institution forced him to catch extra weak attacks of anxiety that did not allow his brain to calm down.

And now he tiredly wandered along the corridor, looking for the right office, completely lost in the walls of this building. Everything could have been better if he had turned on his inner “social devils” and made friends even with the first one he came across, but due to the current situation, there was absolutely no strength and “spoons” for unnecessary social relationships.

Violet eyes, full of lack of sleep, glanced wearily at the vending machine. The taste of synthetic instant coffee automatically reflected on his lips; this is not the most pleasant drink, which he would prefer to drink exclusively for emergency purposes when he is broke. For example, unfortunately, now. Due to the unexpected relocation, as well as unexpected expenses, it was worth not spending much until a way out of this unpleasant financial hole was found.

But, as luck would have it, the vending machine itself stood at the entrance to the chain cafe from which came the pleasant aroma of freshly ground coffee, the knocking of the holder, and the pleasant sound of espresso, which could now be flowing in his body instead of blood.

Xelqua lets out a sad, quiet groan looking towards the intersection of the machine and the cafe at the same time.

- Hey, cute guy, are you looking for something hotter? - He heard laughter next to him and, shaking his shoulders slightly, he automatically turned towards someone else’s voice.

Standing nearby was a nicely put together guy with piercing emerald eyes and brown hair the length of which could be pulled into a fancy man-ponytail hairstyle. He was a head taller than Grian, from which the feeling of his elevation clearly made itself felt. His strange dark clothes, with orange and blue accents on his clothes, resembled some hero from a comic book who decided to go to the aid of a guy in trouble.

- Suppose? - Grian said thoughtfully, drawing out the words and looking away from the guy towards the coffee shop and sighing heavily. — I doubt you can offer me anything interesting.

- And I think I can. To begin with, the guy holds out his palm in black leather mittens and Xelqua pays attention to his tanned skin tone. - My name is Scar and I know that you are new here, I want to introduce you to our university.

— Grian, — Xelqua tries to grin in response, as if trying to inflate his worth and pretend that he is a self-sufficient adult guy and in general such an acquaintance for him is like rubbing two fingers on the asphalt.

- So, Grian, what about finding you a patron within these walls? - Scar smiles coquettishly, lowering his palm and crossing his arms on his chest, smiling contentedly. He looks at Grian with the look of a cat that has warmed itself in the sun. It seemed a little more and Scar would begin to purr.

- Do you offer this to everyone? - Grian snorts quietly, looking at how self-confident Scar becomes before his eyes after such phrases.

- No, only such handsome handsome men. — the new acquaintance winks, which makes Xelqua try very hard not to blush. It's not often that such hot guys flirt with him.

- Oh, Scar. Let's buy me some coffee first, I refuse to flirt with my sleepy brain. - Grian jokes, nodding towards the machine gun. If he saves a couple of coins, it will be better.

- No problem. - Scar smiles contentedly, nodding towards the machine, but passing by it and heading towards the coffee shop.

- Hmm, Scar. I can get by with synthetic coffee..,— Xelqua says hesitantly, internally not believing that he can be treated to real coffee.

- Well, first of all, this is my parents’ coffee shop, from which my friends and I can get a drink at cost. Secondly, I heard that sad sound that you made literally looking towards the coffee shop, well, and thirdly, I can’t afford to kiss someone’s lips that just touched artificial coffee. - Scar jokes, not hiding his laughter. - Okay, the last one was too much. I can simply afford to treat a person that I like coffee. How do you like that?

In just a few words from his new acquaintance, Grian managed to be upset at how stupid he was, touched by how cute he was, and almost roll his eyes at his sweet nonsense.

-Are you always this stupid? - Grian snorts, hiding his smile and walking ahead of the guy into the cafe.

- No, only with such handsome guys who suffer from caffeine. You are the easiest victims. - Goodtimes laughs warmly, from which he immediately receives an elbow in the side from Grian, but sees how Xelqua is pleased with such stupidity, and only smiles guiltily. On the other hand, how else can you approach handsome strangers who cast such sad glances in the direction of coffee.

———

//I carefully remind you that english is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes ,,,,

[kathegoose]

Somthing in me tells me that if I pet mimics bald, boxy head. His TigerRock cat instincts would tell him to purr but he would purr like a rabbit and grind his teeth together to make what I will now call

Pimicking

Purring mimic

(Because murring was already taken as a real word...a very interesting word...)

You think you're weird, see what dumb things I think up!?!?

i think he purrs like a broken motorbike like you can't handle the horrible noise that sounds like it's gonna explode and like it shakes adn trembles like a faulty washing machine and also he maybe kicks his leg because it's cute. like you pet him and he goes BBRRRATATATATATAclankclankclankRRRRRTTBTBTRBTBRBTRRBRBRRT🏍️🏍️🏍️🏍️🏍️hooonkahooonkaBANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG KRRRTKRRRRTTT TT T metalpipe.wav CLANK BRRRATTATATATATATATATAT🏍️🏍️🏍️

[blue-bluee]

-ˋˏ S H Y ˎˊ

Characters: Quorch, Lyle, Z-Dog, Mansk, Sir Jameson (hes a cat), little bit of General Ardmore.

Warnings: Fluff! Lots! Cute recoms with a kitty! General A is a bitch as per usual. Angst if you squint.

Chapter 1 (you’re here!), Chapter 2

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It was cold.

There was wet and cold everywhere. The little black cat opened its eyes to the familiar cardboard box that it had fallen asleep in, the rain pestering down, leaking through the already molded box.

There was hardly any lights anywhere, so when the cat needed to leave his little moldy box for food, he had to use nearly every other sense other than sight.

Most nights the little cat returned empty handed with a rumbling tummy and droopy ears. He didn’t remember much of when he had an inside home, but it’s been weeks since he was cast outside by tall humans in green. He didn’t even know where he was.

But there was a lot of rain, no green, and there were big sounds in the distance. He wanted to go to the sounds but he was afraid the people in green were gonna be mean to him and throw him outside again.

During days when it was sunny, he would wander the streets that he was left in. He didn’t remember much of how he got here, just one day he was put inside a really small box and then he started to get sleepy and cold. He remembered waking up to a man in green holding his scruff and loud voices.

And it had been weeks since then, of just him sitting in the moldy box, searching for food. He had plenty of water, rain was common here.

But his little furry tummy rumbled. He hadn’t been able to find much food. One time he had found an abandoned sandwich. He saved it for as long as he could.

But food was now really rare. He was sad.

When he felt lonely or sad, he sang. To others it just sounded like tiny meows, but to him, well, It was music.

He wondered if he was going to be all alone like this for the rest of his life.

He missed his mama.

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Days went on and on and on and each day he woke up to the moldy box.

When he was bored sometimes he would play with the box, even though it was crusty and sometimes damp. He had nothing else to play with.

He made sure to explore as much as he could. Everywhere he had been he made sure to leave little marks. He hoped one day someone nice and warm would come find him.

He really missed feeling warm. The man in green had a warm hand before he threw him out.

The little cat didn’t know how long it had been since he was thrown away. The sunrise was sunset was always the same, and it didn’t seem to change much. The box was still the same, maybe it had a bit more mold on it then it had a week ago.

The little cat liked the daytime. There weren’t that many lights on during the night. Sometimes it would be stormy. He hated storms. They were loud and bright and dark and so so scary.

He liked to go out during the day, to look around and to play with things that looked like birds but had no feathers. They were weird creatures but they played with him too.

He liked them. Sometimes he would sing to them and they would hop closer to him, heads tilting and squawking.

They were just different looking birds, he decided. Like a hairless cat.

His black fur was matted with mud and dirt, left in tangles. He tried to brush it out and clean it, but there was only so much a starved cat could do.

Sometimes his almost-bird friends brought him food. He made sure to purr at them and snuggle close to show them he was happy with it whenever they brought him food.

Each night he fell asleep in his box, all alone, with only one wish.

That someone would find him.

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His little ears twitched as he awoke to strange noises. They were loud thumping noises. He crawled out of his little box and saw a big metal machine that had things going fast in a circle. He smelt food on it and saw some blue men in green, which was weird.

He decided to follow it.

He couldn’t see exactly where it was that he was going, but he was certainly very surprised to see lots of green men and blue men.

He made sure he stayed hidden so they wouldn’t throw him.

He saw a really big group of Blue people with a little human boy walk out of the big metal machine.

He smelled them, and they smelled like trees. And fruit and food and clean water.

When he smelt them, his little ears perked up immediately. He wanted to run to them immediately.

But he was still scared of being thrown.

So the little kitty decided to watch.

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While the kitten was small, it was awfully hard to sneak around such a robotic environment.

He spent many days sleeping inside a basket full of what felt like towels, and he was overjoyed.

He did miss his box though. He missed the feeling of it, the cover, the smell.

It was when he was in a deep sleep when he was found.

The basket was lifted up, while he was burrowed under the layers of fabric that he lay in, warmth keeping him in a wondrous sleep, filled with dreams of warm bellies and lovely food.

Even the sound of footsteps and radio chatter didn’t wake the little kitten. But the sound of a door sliding open certainly did. The telltale beeping he grew so accustomed to for a unit unlocking. His eyes opened, he dared not move.

He heard voices. Many many voices.

“Took you long enough, I need a fuckin’ shower.”

“A thank you would have been nice, shut up, take this one.” Said a female voice, and the kitties heart stopped in fear. She was grabbing the towel that he lay under.

All he could do was hope he didn’t get thrown. He squeezed his eyes shut and flattened his little ears, trembling.

He heard a small gasp of surprise when the towel was lifted.

“Oh! What the hell-?” Said the female voice.

“Are you gonna pass the towel or what?” He heard the sound of a throw and a catch, and a silent “thanks”

“No problem, hey Mansk! Colonel! Lyle! Come take a look at this.”

“Girl you just gave the this damn towel what now? I been waiting for this shower for a while- oh my god.” Said a male voice.

The kitty dared not open his eyes nor move. He desperately didn’t wanna be thrown.

“Hey there little guy,” said the female voice, “whatcha doin’ in there, hm?”

“Zdinarsk. Why is there a cat in the laundry.” Asked a different male voice.

“Just found him in here. Must have been sleeping here for a while, the towels are a lil dirty from his teeny tiny paws.” She said the last bit with a baby voice, her fingers tickling behind his ears.

He peeked at her, and was surprised to see it was the big blue lady he saw before, the one he remembered with the other blue people. The ones he wanted to live with.

He opened his eyes and smiled in that little way that cats do at the blue lady with markings and a Mohawk.

“Awh, look at the lil guy!” She smiled at him, and his tail fluffed up a bit. She liked him!

“He can’t stay, yknow. We have a mission to do, we have jobs.” Said the biggest blue man. His hair was short, and he had a marking on his arm. Both him and the blue lady’s ears went down in disappointment.

“Quaritch please? It would be so nice to have a friend that doesn’t steal your food.” She directed that last part to a blue man that didn’t have any hair except for his braid. The bigger blue man’s eyes widened when he saw their ears go down.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut.

“Would it really make you all happy to keep it?” He said, waving his hand to them all.

The blue ladies ears perked up and she smiled at the bigger blue man, her tail wagging.

“It would, just look at that little baby face, he’s such a lil man, so brave for staying out for so long. He probably didn’t have anywhere to live.”

The bigger blue man sighed and smirked a little. “Alright, y’all can keep him. Just make sure he don’t get in my way or he’s out.” He said, pointing his finger to the door.

“Now get that lil man a better bed. He ain’t gonna be livin’ in no basket.” He said, sniffing and putting his hands in his belt, walking away shaking his head. “I don’t wanna have him dirtyin up our towels.”

“Yes sir.” Said both the bald blue man and one with a hat.

“Cmere little man.” Said the blue lady, picking him up gently, her smile never fading. “My names Zdinarsk, or Z-Dog. What should we call you, hey lil man?”

“Hey now, don’t keep him all to yourself, lemme talk to the lil guy.” Said the bald one.

Z-Dog gently passed him over to the bald man’s large hands, all three blue people’s tails wagging.

“Hey there lil guy. My names Lyle. Aren’t you just the cutest- HEY!” He was cut off after the big man with a hat grabbed him out of Lyles hands, a smile on his face.

“My turn” he said, “Hello there little kitty. I’m Mansk. What’s your name huh?”

Z-Dog got up from where she kneeled on the floor and gently took him out of Mansks hands, a soft smile on her face. “Let’s go meet the big boss, hey lil man? Yeah, let’s go.”

She walked down a small hallway with doors in both sides, until she reached the one at the end, with a little sticky note drawing of the bigger blue man he saw before.

On each door there was sticky notes of all the blue people. He liked them. Z-Dog noticed and smiled down at him, stopping for him to take a look.

“You like them, don’t you, lil man? The boss drew them. He draws for fun. He left them on the table once so we decided to put them up on the doors. He draws these cute lil drawing that look like a four year old did em but we love em. I’ll show you some more later. Let’s go see him.”

She cradled him against her chest, knocking at the door with a small drawing of the big man.

“What?” They heard from inside.

“Hey big boss, c’mere, you need to meet lil man.” Said Z-Dog, smiling.

The door opened to a tired looking blue man. “I’m doing paperwork. I can’t-“ but then the little kitten jumped onto him, catching both blue people by surprise.

Luckily, the big man caught him with his big hands, and smiled a lil, his tail wagging.

“Well hi there big guy. What you think you’re doin’? “He smiled down at him, then to Z-Dog.

“You two have fun, I’m gonna make him some food then a lil bath to clean up his teeny tiny paws.”

“My names Miles Quaritch. Nice to meet you.” He said to the teeny kitty, walking back into his room, kitty cradled against his chest. “You look like a sweet lil guy, what should we name you, hm? You need a cute name to match that cute lil furry face of yours, don’t we?”

He gently put him down on a soft pillow, sitting down, looking at him. He gently pet his head, only using one finger. “You’re a tiny lil guy alright. What if we name you…whiskers.” The little kitten didn’t like the name so he lightly bit Quaritch’s finger.

“Alright, alright, guess we’ll have to think of something else, hey there?” The played with the kitten, laughing at his little meows. The kitty liked playing. He hadn’t really played with another person in a long time, so having his big hand roll him over and play fight him was a lot of fun for the small cat.

There was a knock at the door, and they both looked over to see Z-Dog.

“I see you two had fun while I was gone.” She smiled at them.

“We were tryin to think of some names for lil man but we got busy to playin.” Quaritch laughed as the kitty tried jumping to reach his hand, but ultimately missing and falling onto the pillow.

Z-Dog leaned against the door. “I’ve been thinking about that too. I haven’t been able to come up with anything that seems to fit.” Suddenly Mansk was behind Z-Dog.

“I think we should call him Sir Jameson.” Him and Lyle were both excitedly wagging their tails and smiling. “We thought of names and he looks like a little gentleman with how he sits. It seems like a good name for him.”

Quaritch felt the kitty lick his hand. “Yknow, I think lil man likes it.”

And that’s how the kitty got a name.

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[cool-jpgs-of-wizards-with-swords]

unexpected pros of working as a newspaper girl: you get to know all the cats who live in the neighborhood. Here's my tier list. S tier: Boots. His name is boots because he's a black & white cat who looks like hes wearing little boots. horribly raggedy & has looked 2 inches from death for the entirety of the nearly 2 years i've seen him around. the OG. barely sounds like meows when he makes noises.

Orange Fucker. He and boots live in the same street and they do not get along. because I do get along with boots this one is very skittish. has not let me pet him once. Orange cat with 0 brain cells energy

Pretty. this one is white with orange and black spots & is a Lady Of Distinction. Observed me for months from a fenced off backyard before introducing herself to me recently. Likes 2 sit on a wall thats a bit higher than me so she can look down on me (while receiving scritches.)

Habsburg: The softest damn cat I've ever pet. Grey with one of those faces that screams centuries of selective breeding. The stupidest cat I've ever met also. had 2 tackle this one to keep it from running into oncoming traffic one time.

The Shadow: Entirely black cat that I've met twice and both times it hissed @ me and then ran away.

Pippi: If boots wasn't a raggedy fuck he may look similar to this one. VERY VERY affectionate. Purr machine. Skittish......... loud noise? runs away. pspspsp? FAST return. DEMANDS you pet it NOW.

Gorthorax the Obliterator: Biggest orange cat ive ever seen, and only because I also saw

Long Cats: there are so many fucking martens around here. Gorthorax likes to chase these. one time one ran out at me from under a car, noticed I was there, went "Kch." in a tone of voice I could only identify as "ah fuck," because as it ran off gorthorax was After It

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

You are the Everything (R.E.M)

You're in the backseat laying down, the windows wrap around (say, say, the light)/To sound of the travel and the engine (say, say, the light)/All you hear is time stand still in travel/And feel such peace and absolute/The stillness still that doesn't end/But slowly drifts into sleep/The stars are the greatest thing you've ever seen/And they're there for you/For you alone, you are the everything

"You know when your intrusive thoughts and worries are all piling on so you think about something calming? This is a song about that"

Virtute the Cat Explains Her Departure (The Weakerthans)

After scrapping with the ferals and the tabby/I'd let you brush my matted fur/How I'd knead into your chest while you were sleeping/Shallow breathing made me purr/But now I can't remember the sound that you found for me

After scrapping with the ferals and the tabby/Let you brush my matted fur/How I'd knead into your chest while you were sleeping/Shallow breathing made me purr/But I can't remember the sound that you found for me/I can't remember the sound that you found for me/I can't remember the sound

And when the voices died/I emerged to watch abandoned machines/Waiting for their men to return/I remember the way I would wait for you/To arrive with kibble and a box full of beer/How I'd scratch the empties desperate to hear/You make the sound that you found for me

"This song is a sequel to plea from a cat named virtute, still from virtute's perspective. it's set after virtute runs away, not getting the attention or care she needs from her owner. she talks about her time on the streets; hearing her owner calling for her, "missing steps in the street" as he searches under cars, calling for her, his "anger pleading in an uncertain key." living through the winters, watching the abandoned construction lot and thinking of her time with her owner, how she'd knock over beer bottles to get his attention, how he'd take care of her after she fought the stray cats outside and she'd sleep on his chest. the part that KILLS me though, is the repeating line; "the sound that you found for me." this is how virtute refers to the name her owner gave her; it's the sound he found to call her by. and the ending chorus of the song says that she *can't remember it.* she forgot the name he gave her. she can't remember the sound that he found for her."

"The song is from the perspective of a cat who runs away because her owner has fallen deeper into alcoholism and depression and is no longer taking care of her. As time passes she laments on the past and misses the days when she was loved, when her owner would "sing the sound they found for her" (her name.) it ends with her stating that she can no longer remember that sound. i can't listen to this song without feeling the urge to cry. it's almost soothing, like a lullaby. easy to break down to."

"This song is from the perspective of a cat that runs away from her owner, after his depression and alcoholism cause him to neglect her. in particular, it's about her forgetting the name he used to call her. (the good news is, this song is part of a saga of four songs ‐ in the last two songs, losing his cat is the push for her owner to start healing and doing better <3)"

Virtute the Cat... submitted by @shadybug + others

[hlvraik]

Just coming in to say thank you for being my one constant reminder of my love for these funky characters from a G-Mod improv rp!

I have a fun question: nap time with the kid!Science team (including kid!Gordon cuz why not) how do they all sleep? I'd imagine Kid!Benrey sleeping in a nest made of an object or two from the other science team members

Oh no problem-o, lmao! These funky little characters and my silly AU have been constantly rattling in my skull like a single marble.

Also, I'm really glad you and others like my silly AU as well! :))

Gordon sleeps in a curled-up position, whether he's lying down or being carried; he just has the habit of curling up into a little ball. Not to mention his habit of always holding onto something while sleeping, such as a typical stuff animal, though this can easily be replicated if one isn't available. (For example, with a bag of chips, someone's hand, his own glasses, or a very small headcrab.)

He just wants to ensure that someone or something's always there with him. :))

Bubby's a restless sleeper who would constantly shift in their sleep or simply sprawl out in unhuman ways. The tube certainly didn't provide much wiggle room, and God forbid it provided comfort. So they can finally stretch once they're out of the tube and no longer constrained by the once tight, suffocating glass walls. Though, from time to time, they'd unconsciously fall into the habit of sleeping exceedingly straight and tense.

On a brighter note, any blanket becomes a heated blanket thanks to the heat radiating from them.

Coomer is the most normal sleeper of all the Scientist Team most of the time. He's fast asleep in one place one moment, and the next? He managed to climb to the top of a vending machine while still sound asleep. It doesn't happen very often, but when it does, it throws everyone/anyone for a loop.

While asleep, he'll use one of his robotic limbs to hold onto Bubby's hand, no matter the distance. (Do not separate them.)

Tommy would always sleep with Sunkist, if she's present. While they will occasionally lie beside her or rest their head against her, Tommy prefers to sleep on top of Sunkist. Sunkist doesn't mind, and instead of sleeping, she'll often stay awake to ensure no harm comes their way. She will, however, fall asleep if the coast is clear and she feels safe.

Besides being another obvious pair, do not separate; if it's too bright, Tommy will lower their propeller hat over their eyes so it can be dark enough to sleep.

 Benrey, no matter if they're an egg with legs or a full-blown toddler constantly blowing Sweet-Voice bubbles into Gordon's face, they sleep the same way. Besides often taking materials from others and, DEFINITELY not asking first, proceeding to make a man-made "bed-nest," they're sort of like a cat. Before settling down, they would pat it down and even do a little spinning before settling down.

Similarly, when a cat is content, sometimes they even purr! Gordon should obviously know this since they used to be the "bestest of friends!" according to himself