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circle-with-me · 1 month

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make me feel like a god - noah sebastian x g/n reader

pairing: noah sebastian x g/n reader (no use of pronouns)

content warning/tags: 18+ MDNI!! handjob, spit as lubricant, use of sex toys (anal plug), overstimulation, whining/whimpering noah gets his own warning <3

word count: 1.6k

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author’s note: this idea came from a fun little fever dream i had when i was sick with strep throat last week. so, shout out to fever dreams, i guess.

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Noah mentioned the idea to you in passing. It came a few days after the two of you had spent an evening together watching porn. One particular video had a man using an anal plug during sex. A vibrating plug, specifically.

As you watched together, you noticed how it intrigued him. How sensitive it made the man on the screen, the intensity of his orgasm. By the end of it, he had hit replay and pulled you on top of him, desperate to be inside of you.

So when he sidled up to you in the kitchen a couple of days later, you had to hide your knowing smile. He struggled with his words, wringing his hands together like it was the world’s biggest favor. It broke your heart a little, knowing he was so nervous to ask you for something he wanted.

Finally, he managed to ask. He told you he had been thinking about it all week, making sure he really wanted to do this. He had done research. How he needs to prepare, the best kind of lubricants, even the best toys for beginners.

Once he’s finished you sneak down to the hallway closet. You pull a small black gift bag out and return to the kitchen quietly. Noah gives you a quizzical look as you sit the bag down but he opens it without question. His eyes bug out of his head when he realizes you’re already one step ahead of him.

“It’s simple.” You say, bumping your hip into his. “Nothing fancy. The shop owner said to start small.”

It was indeed simple. A black slender device with a flared base about 3.5” in length. Noah comments on the different speeds and pulses. You look over them together and he seems elated. You can’t help but feel excitement pool in your belly.

Noah nearly shoots through the ceiling when you ask if he wants to try it out. He tightly grabs the bag and bounds up the stairs to shower, but not before kissing you on the cheek.

Nearly an hour goes by and you’re getting worried. You consider going up there to check on him but you don’t. If he needed help he would ask. Plus, you know how he is, if he said he’s researched it he’s definitely a pro by now.

No sooner do you finish your thought does he call down the stairs for you.

He’s sitting in the chair by his desk when you enter your room, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. He sees you watching him and flashes a nervous, crooked smile at you, your heart fluttering in response.

“Are you ready, baby?”

Noah nods, straightening himself in his seat.

“Yeah, it’s um… it’s in. I haven’t turned it on. I was going to let you do that.” He stretches his arm out to hand you the remote and you take it. He looks at you expectantly as he glides his fingers down your leg.

“Do you want to stay here or move to the bed?”

He considers the question for a moment, looking to the bed and back to you. Eventually he decides to remain in his current position and you nod, bending over him to place the remote directly behind him on the desk. His gentle touches against your thighs become more insistent, dragging you to sit down with him.

Settling onto Noah’s lap, your hands drift into his hair. The locks at the nape of his neck are still damp as you twist your fingers through them. You nuzzle against his neck, inhaling his scent, catching your strawberry shampoo he used in the shower. The fruity notes blended with his own natural musk has your head swimming.

You trace your tongue along the outside of Noah’s ear, feeling him shiver from your touch. As you graze your teeth over his earlobe he whimpers, the chair creaking underneath the two of you as he shifts. He’s so sensitive already.

Tonight is going to be even better than you imagined.

Noah attempts to slot your hips over his but you resist. He tries again and you refuse, focusing on marking up his neck. His frustration is clear but he doesn’t try again. Instead, he lays his head back against the chair giving you more access to explore. His fingers tighten then relax around the back of your neck while his other hand ventures up your shirt.

He whines when you don’t remove your shirt as quickly as he wants and you quietly scold him. He apologizes with the prettiest little pout and you reward him by removing the rest of your clothes, returning to your seat on his lap. His breath catches in his throat when you glide your hips over his, grazing his half-hard cock.

His hands shake as he reaches for your hips to guide them over his own. You allow him to indulge for a moment, getting your own satisfaction out of it as well. It takes all of your willpower to stop, however, reminding yourself that this is about him, not you.

Noah is easily soothed when you ask if he’s ready to turn on the plug. He nods enthusiastically, dragging his lip between his teeth in anticipation. Running your fingers through his hair you ask him if he’s ready. He takes a deep breath and nods, telling you to continue. You grab the remote and hit the button.

Noah's moans quickly mute the quiet pulsating buzz from the device. Every muscle in his body tenses as he gasps for air, reaching out for you desperately. You allow him to pull you close, snaking his arms tightly around your center. He crashes his lips into yours, prying your mouth open savoring your taste. You press the button again, and the vibration speeds up slightly, making him quiver beneath you.

He holds you against him so tightly you find it hard to breathe. Nothing but quiet gasps and whispered curses escape him as he hangs off of your lips, trying to regain his composure.

“Please..” Noah pitifully chokes out. You kiss the sides of his mouth repeatedly in an attempt to coax out his words but it’s of no use. He’s entirely too blissed out to speak. Adjusting yourself on his lap just so, you move your hand between the two of you.

“Shh, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

Sweet words of praise spill from him as you take him in hand. His words are cut off by a moan when you spit on his cock, spreading your saliva along his length. He calls out your name, resuming his praise. Stuttering how good you are to him as he digs into the meat of your thighs.

Noah watches you jerk his cock slowly, begging for you to go faster. Quieting him with a kiss, you ask him to be patient. He tries to relax and be good for you, but you can’t help but notice tears welling up in his gorgeous brown eyes, his desperation evident when he raises them to meet yours.

Saliva pools at the edges of his open mouth and spills onto your hand. You speed up your movements, forcing a strangled whimper from him. Writhing beneath you, he leans back against the chair, head lolling over the headrest.

The orange glow in the room lights up his tattooed body. Beads of sweat glide down his heaving chest. His muscles contract with every new sensation he feels. You watch as his jaw clenches tightly, only to relax again as he cries out for you. The man before you is so strikingly gorgeous everything that surrounds you fades and disappears.

Noah’s efforts to speak come out as incoherent nonsense. Seeing him so completely subdued and in this euphoric state stirs up feelings inside of you so intense you can’t place them. His half-lidded eyes bore into you and it becomes clear to you that he’s surrendered himself to you completely.

You soothe his face with your hand, kissing the tears cascading down his cheeks. The intimate act is in stark contrast to the way your hand is furiously maneuvering over his cock. For all of the beautiful sounds you’ve pulled from him, you get a sense he needs something else. Something in the way his hips stutter into your fist indicates he needs more.

As you whisper into his ear, he nods, a pitiful “mm-hmm” falling from his lips. Reaching for the device behind him, you press the button one last time. Instantly his back arches and he cries out, his warm release erupting up and over your hand. His hands grip your thighs, the sides of the chair, any surface he can find to ground himself.

You talk him through his earth shattering orgasm, uttering praise after praise into ear. His body convulses so violently you’re afraid the chair will fall over. Finally, he begins to come down, body still jolting occasionally with aftershocks. He threads a hand through your hair, blindly searching for your mouth unable to pry his eyes open.

Giggling, you attach your lips to his and he sighs, bringing you with him as he melts into the chair. Noah shifts, placing his hand between the two of you and you gasp when he touches you. He grunts, feeling how affected you are from your activities.

“Baby…” Noah breathes. “Let me return the favor.”

As tempting as it is, you turn his attention to the mess the two of you have made and he chuckles, agreeing that it needed to be dealt with first. Once he regains feeling in his legs you run to the shower to get cleaned up, making sure to bring the remote with you.

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spicywhenspeaking · 3 months

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Imagine for me if you will….you're having adult alone time and Noah comes home early and catches you.

One way he might react? 18+ ⤵️

He could come home and be really quiet. Trying to surprise you since he’s coming back earlier than you had thought. But as he gets closer to your shared bedroom he hears your quiet gasps and moans.

Of course after being away from you so long his cock would instantly be rock hard at the sounds of you pleasuring yourself.

When you moan out a soft “oh Noah” he knows there will be a wet spot on the inside of his sweatpants from the beads of precum he knows are leaking out of his now fully throbbing erection.

He would struggle between bargaining in and having his way with you or staying where he is and watching you from the crack in the door. His hand would move to apply pressure to alleviate some of the growing tension building in his pants. Palming himself and trying to stifle his own groan of pleasure.

Your cries are getting louder and breathier like you're nearing your own finish.

Noah is shaking with anticipation at this point, hand fully wrapped around and stroking his hard cock as you bury your head into the pillow and cry out your orgasm.

Just when he was about to bust through the door you would call out “are you going to come in and fuck me yet you perv”

You can’t help but chuckle to yourself because of course you knew he was there. You got a video doorbell notification and thought it would be a fun way to greet him and welcome him back home.

“Fuck yes” Noah would growl out and bust the door the rest of the way down before launching himself in bed next to you, enveloping you in a crushing hug and immediately searching out your lips to press a hungry kiss against them. “God I miss you so much” he mumbles against your lips and undresses the both of you in record time to get inside of you as fast as possible.

Different reactions next? Requests are open 🤩

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malice-ov-mercy · 7 months

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Breakfast in Bed

Part 2

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Content warnings: argument with romantic partner (nothing is explicitly written or detailed), alcohol consumption

Prompt:

breakfast in bed. Prompt list can be found here by @novelbear

A/N: I tried my best to keep this gender neutral. It’s also just barely over 3k words.

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To say today wasn’t your day would be understatement. Everything that could go wrong, did. You called your parents to make sure they were still coming in tomorrow for your birthday, only to find out they completely forgot. They apologized profusely and told you they would stop by next weekend to make up for it.

Then you got into a huge fight with your partner. They once again suggested moving in together despite how adamant you’d been about it being too soon. You hadn’t been dating all that long and couldn’t justify breaking your lease for them. Plus it wouldn’t be fair to Noah. He’d been more than kind to you when you first moved in a year and a half ago. Sure he could really push your buttons and be an asshole sometimes, but he’d been the least annoying and most pleasant roommate you’ve ever had. You thought about finding somewhere else before signing your new agreement, but if you were honest, you enjoyed Noah’s company too much.

Your partner for whatever reason did not like Noah at all. They always brought him up and seemed to be the center of your arguments—much like right now. The moment they brought up moving in you knew they were going to drift to Noah. At one point, the argument escalated so much, Noah came to check on you. You tried to shoo him away, but he stayed. He leaned on the door frame with crossed arms, watching you yell into your phone.

The final straw was when they demanded you move out or your relationship was finished. You promptly ended things with them then hung up, telling them to never talk to you again. You turned your phone off then threw it on the nightstand. You grabbed a pillow, sat on the edge of your bed, and screamed into it. Tears started to sting your eyes.

“Stupid question to ask,” Noah said, coming to sit beside you, “but are you okay?”

You pulled your face away and looked at him. His long hair was pulled back. A few strands fell loose, framing his face. There was concern in his eyes. You sighed heavily, wiping a few tears from your cheeks.

“Just fucking peachy, Noah.” You flopped back. Noah shifted, bumping your knee as he turned enough to face you. You clutched the pillow close to your chest. “My parents forgot about my birthday tomorrow and now I have no plans. And I’ve realized that I’ve wasted months of my life on a fucking asshole who wasn’t worth it.”

The crack in your voice gave way to more tears. Any other time you’d be embarrassed to cry in front of Noah, but today was rough. You couldn’t be bothered to worry about making him uncomfortable.

“So…” Noah paused, causing you to look at him, “What I’m hearing is I can hit on you again without feeling guilty about it?”

You groaned and threw the pillow at him.

“Fuck you.”

“Hey, I’ve—“

Your glare instantly closed his mouth. He lightly tossed the pillow back to you.

“Okay, okay, sorry. Not the time for jokes.” He clapped his hand on your knee then squeezed. “We can have a chill day tomorrow, if you want.”

“I think I’d rather wallow in bed all day.”

“No way,” Noah said. He laid on his side, propping himself up in his arm. “I’m not gonna let you sulk on your birthday.”

You stared at him.

“Don’t you have work tomorrow?”

He shrugs. “I can take a day for you.”

His words made your heart flutter. You frowned at him.

“That’s very thoughtful but I can’t ask you to do that.”

Noah chuckled. “It’s a good thing you’re not asking me then.” He smiled. “Seriously, though. I can’t let you mope around on your birthday.”

“Let me?” You narrowed your eyes. “If I wanna be sad on my birthday, I will.”

“Absolutely not. I’m not allowing it.”

Noah’s shit eating grin made you want to slap it off his face. You know he was teasing, but after the day and phone call you just had, you’d reached your limit. You huffed, turning your back to him. Glaring a hole in your headboard seemed better than trying to stare one into Noah.

“Ouch. Cold shoulder, huh?” Noah feigns hurt, though he did sound just a tad upset. “Alright, I’ll leave you to wallow.”

You felt the bed shift.

“Sorry if I upset you. If you change your mind, let me know.”

You flipped him the bird. “If you wanna make it up to me, make me breakfast in bed.”

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The next morning you woke with a dull ache behind your eyes. You stayed up much too late crying some more after Noah left. He did try and check on you again at some point. You heard him knock on your door. He didn’t make any moves to come in, just stood outside for a moment—probably trying to see if he could hear you sniffling. It was then that you realized the time and decided to sleep.

You glanced at the alarm clock and groaned. It read just a little after nine AM.

“So much for sleeping in,” you grumbled to yourself.

With a sigh, you sat up and grabbed your phone, turning it back on. The brightness of the screen caused you to squint. A low battery notification appears. You ignored it, scrolling through your messages. A few coworkers and close friends sent you happy birthday wishes, some offering to take you out if you weren’t busy. You thanked them but declined, telling them you were going to spend the day relaxing at home. Both of your parents sent you a very sweet and very long apologetic message. You told them you’d call them later. There was no message or missed call from your now ex partner which surprised you. You fully expected them to blow up your phone, but there was nothing—so you went to your contacts and deleted them. There’s no sense in having their number if you’re no longer together or speaking.

You get about half way through thanking more people on your socials before your phone dies. You stared at it for a bit, thinking of whether or not to charge it. You decided not to and place it back on your night stand. There was a knock at your door.

“(Y/N)?” Noah called from the other side, “Are you awake yet?”

“Unfortunately.” You yelled back with a sigh. You barely heard him chuckle.

“Are you dressed?”

You looked down and cringed. You were still wearing your shirt from yesterday. You didn’t change into pajamas last night.

“Uh, yeah.”

You were getting ready to scold him for coming in without explicitly asking, but stopped when you saw him carrying a tray of food. You didn’t even bother trying to hide the shocked confusion on your face. Noah set the tray in front of you with a proud smile.

“Happy birthday!”

There was a small stack of waffles, a bottle of your favorite syrup, a small bowl of your favorite fruits, and a cup of what smelled like your favorite coffee.

“Noah, what the fuck?” You looked up at him incredulously. He shrugged.

“You said you wanted breakfast in bed, so,” he gestured to the tray of food, “Enjoy.”

There was a tug in your chest when you looked back at the food. You couldn’t place the emotions you were feeling. They were pleasant, but unfamiliar. Noah always treated you well as a roommate and friend. However, this was entirely unexpected. You looked at Noah again, his expression kind and sincere.

“Thank you.” You said with a small smile. “I appreciate it.”

Noah matched your smile. “You’re welcome.”

He watched as you cut into the stack of waffles and took a bite. You hummed in delight.

“They’re so good.”

His smile turned shy. You swear you saw a tinge of pink on his cheeks.

“I’m gonna go finish cleaning up the mess I made. If you need anything else, yell.” He started to walk away, but paused at the doorway when you call his name.

“Noah, wait!”

He turned back to look at you and raised a brow. You shot him a playful smile.

“Can you sing me happy birthday?”

Noah blinked then scoffed amusedly before flipping you off and walking out your door.

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A while later, you emerged from your room, bringing the tray of empty dishes to the kitchen. The smell of breakfast still lingered in the air. Noah was still busy at the sink as you walked into the room. He gave you a quick glance.

“Good morning. How was breakfast?”

“Delicious,” you said with a smile, setting the tray by the sink. “Thank you again. You didn’t have to do that.”

You leaned your hip against the counter and watched him. Noah squirmed. It made you chuckle. You pushed off the counter, coming to step behind him.

“What’re you—“

Noah tensed slightly when you wrapped your arms around his waist in a tight hug. You laid your head on his back. His body was warm and smelled of his usual body wash. You closed your eyes, squeezing him more. Noah didn’t move, his hands stilled in the dishwater. He figured you’d eventually let go, but you hadn’t. You stayed glued to him as he finally finished up. He had to pry your arms off of him so he could turn around. You immediately attached yourself to him again, resting your head in his chest. You could hear the quickened beat of his heart. Noah wrapped his arms around the tops of your shoulders.

Neither of you said anything. You stood there locked in each other’s embrace. You were surprised he didn’t protest at all, but you were happy he didn’t. A hug like this is exactly what you needed after yesterday. If you could melt more into him, you would.

“Not that I mind you clinging to me,” Noah finally spoke. He brought a hand to the top of your head, prompting you to look up at him. “But we can’t stand here all day.”

You clutched him closer. “Why not?” You tried to suppress a sigh as he started stroking your hair.

“Great argument.” He laughed, nudging you with his knee. Reluctantly, you let go of him. He took a dramatic deep breath. You rolled your eyes.

“So what are we doing for dinner?”

Noah crossed his arms. “‘We’?”

You nodded. “I’m taking you up on your offer from last night. Unless you’re busy.”

“No, I’m… I'm not busy.” He stammered.

“Did you actually put off work today?”

Noah didn’t say anything. You exaggeratedly placed your hands over your chest. He narrowed his eyes then hurried past you. You caught a glimpse of the blush spreading across his face.

“Pizza’s fine!” You hollered.

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Most of the rest of the day you spent lounging around in the living room. You charged your phone and finished responding to all your birthday messages. Your ex did end up sending you an apology, but you chose to ignore that one. That ship sailed the moment you deleted their number. You opted to answer a few work emails. One urgently needed attention. You didn’t necessarily want to answer more, but the others would benefit from a quick response.

Despite Noah saying he wasn’t going to work, he snuck away and holed himself away in his makeshift studio for a few hours. You heard yelling every now and then. Whether he was doing vocal takes or if it was pure frustration, you weren’t sure. With how sporadic it was, you’d bet on frustration. One particular scream made you furrow your brows and glance down the hall. That was pure anger. Moments later, Noah stomped out of his studio, slamming the door behind him.

“Is everything okay?” You asked as he stormed into the kitchen. He completely ignored you. You heard him rummaging around in cabinets and then the fridge.

He came into the living room carrying a bottle of wine and two full glasses. You grabbed one, carefully taking a sip.

“Typically you don’t fill wine glasses this full, Noah.”

He set the bottle down and took a big drink of his own glass before joining you on the couch with a sigh. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. You studied him. The grip on his glass was tight. His jaw was clenched, his breathing heavy. He was definitely irritated.

“I’ll be right back.”

If Noah heard you, he didn’t show it. You took a big sip of your wine before getting up off the couch. You went to the hall closet and opened the door, searching for a blanket big enough for both of you. When you found the one you want, you unfolded it and wrapped it around your shoulders. Noah still had his eyes shut tight when you came back to the couch. You nudged his foot with yours, prompting him to look at you. The look in his eyes was equally as angry as his expression. It softened when you offered the blanket to him. He grabbed it with his free hand, draping it over his lap and yours as you sat back down.

Noah’s arm came around to rest on the back of the couch.You leaned into his side, trying to offer him some comfort. He tensed slightly, but relaxed. He leaned his head back again and stared at the ceiling. His fingers drummed against the couch.

“Noah?” Your voice was gentle. He looked at you. His eyes lingered for a moment before going back to the ceiling.

“I ordered your pizza by the way. It should be here soon.”

“Oh,” you sunk further into him, “thank you.”

Silence fell between you. Something was weighing on Noah’s mind you could tell, but you didn’t want to pry. He rarely ever opened up to you. His hand dropped down. One of his fingers gently traced back and forth on your shoulder. He let out a long, exasperated sigh.

“Am I—“

His thought was cut short at the sound of the door bell. You went to move, but Noah pushed you back.

“I’ll get it.” He said.

You sunk back into the couch, pulling the blanket close to your chest. You watched him open the door. He greeted the delivery person with a half hearted smile and nod. They handed him three boxes. He kicked the door shut then placed the pizza boxes on top of the coffee table. He retreated to the kitchen and grabbed plates, napkins, and utensils. You quirked a brow.

“I got you one of those dessert pizza things that you like so much.” Noah sat down beside you again—this time a little closer. He handed you a plate. You thanked him as he placed two slices on your plate.

The two of you ate your dinner in a somewhat awkward silence. You could feel Noah looking at you through the corners of his eyes. You ignored it. You also ignored the way he not so subtly scooted closer to you when he reached for the wine bottle. He filled his glass almost to the brim. You chuckled and handed him your glass to top off. He filled yours a little less than his.

“What were you saying earlier?” You asked, finally breaking the silence. He gave you a confused look. “Before the pizza came?”

Noah shifted his gaze between you and his full glass of wine.

“Uh, nothing. Just…” His voice trailed off. “I’m just struggling with the new music. Nothing’s piecing together the way I want.”

You nodded with a hum. You sensed there was more he wasn’t sharing, but you weren’t going to poke for more. You opened the dessert box and took a piece. Noah shook his head when you offered him.

“Well, if my input means anything,” you said, leaning back into the sofa. You waited until he looked at you before finishing your thought. “You don’t give yourself enough credit as a musician. I think whatever you're working on is probably already perfectly fine; you’re just nitpicking it too much and not giving it space to breathe.”

Noah sipped his wine, thinking over your words. He sighed.

“You’re probably right.” He gave you a small smile. You smiled back.

“You’ll get it eventually.” You place your plate on the table and turn to face him. “Just give it a day or two and come back to it.”

Noah grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. You squeezed back.

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

“Okay, enough of that. Time for a movie marathon.”

You let go of his hand and grabbed your wine, downing half it—much to the amused horror of Noah. You throw half the blanket over him and make yourself comfortable against him. His arm came to rest on your shoulder. You cuddled more into him.

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You’d practically melted completely into Noah. He didn’t have to convince you much to lay against him. Both of his arms were draped over your waist. The warmth and comfort of his embrace coupled amount of food and wine you consumed made you incredibly sleepy. You drifted in and out of sleep somewhere in the middle of the second film. By the end of it, you were asleep.

“(Y/N)?”

You heard Noah, but couldn’t muster the energy for a response. He said your name again a little louder. You remained silent. His fingers stroked the top of your head softly. It lulled you further into sleep.

“Well, since you’re asleep,” Noah whispered then started to sing. “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday day dear (Y/N). Happy birthday to you.”

When he finished, he placed a kiss on top of your head.

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thatbutlerwriting · 3 years

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Who is Astre?

Astre is my Kuroshitsuji self insert persona, a demon shipped with Joker. I could get into more detail, but honestly, I’d rather not unless you guys want to send asks about him. I’ll happily answer them!

Who you write for?

Long story short, any anime/OVA-canon or musical-canon character. I’m not caught up with manga yet, but I hope to be soon so that I can add the plethora of manga-exclusive characters to my writing portfolio - especially Bravat! Until then I’m most confident writing the anime, OVA, and musical characters for all you lovelies to enjoy~!

Do you have a favorite character to write for?

Despite the fact that most of my confidence comes with writing characters I’m familiar with, there lies a single exception, and he’s actually the answer to this~! I absolutely adore writing for Bravat! He caught my attention from the minute he was introduced, and I’ve done so much research on him that I’ve debated making a full on roleplay blog for him. If I do, I’ll let you all know~

I also really, really enjoy writing for Grell. Her character is one that I can relate to, and back in my early Tumblr years I roleplayed her a lot. maybe if I can ever get into my old account, I’ll revamp her blog and we’ll bring Lady Grell and Sir Red back ;)

Do you, ya know, ship nasty stuff?

This blog ain’t about my ships, hun. I’ve been involved in the anti and anti-anti drama before, and it absolutely destroyed my mental health. I was sent some not-so-good things by some really shitty people on both sides of the debate, so I’ve learned it’s best not to disclose my feelings on the subject. If that bothers you, you can feel free to leave.

Does that mean you won’t write for ships?

Honestly, I’m game for just about anything that isn’t triggering for me - which isn’t much, honestly. That being said, this blog is meant as a “x reader” type blog, so I’d like to keep canon x canon ships away from here if I can.

But if what you’re really asking is “will you write my SebaCiel/SebaReaderCiel smut for me???”, then the answer is no.

So you don’t ship (ship)?

Again, I’m not answering questions like these. My views are my own, and yours are your own. Let’s leave it at that and move on with life, shall we?

Where do you stand on the Great Grell Debate?

Grell is a trans woman, a queen, and I love her. No, I don’t accept criticism.

Can you tag (thing)?

Of course! If you ever need anything tagged, be it a trigger or not, feel free to let me know! I want this blog to be enjoyable for as many as possible, and I know something as simple as tagging can make that difference.

That being said, all asks and scenarios will be tagged with the characters they contain, as well as any ships involved. If need be, I’ll gladly make a tags page so that you guys can figure out how I tag stuff in case my system isn’t easy for some to use.

Do you do matchups?

Yes, but only if you fill out and submit a form. If they get overwhelming, I’ll be limiting how many I accept at a time.

Why do you keep your reader gender neutral?

As someone who’s been in fandom their whole life and realized over 5 years ago that fem-identifying labels didn’t feel right, I understand the struggle to find inclusive content - especially for x reader content. My writing features a gender neutral reader so that others can have what I’ve longed for - inclusive content that hopefully doesn’t isolate them just because it uses female pronouns.

Will you write nsfw/triggering content?

Hell yeah! Dark fiction is my favorite thing to write, so I’d adore to get some darker themed asks here and there. Don’t worry, they’ll all be tagged properly so that anyone who doesn’t like that sort of thing can avoid it.

I use mobile, so I can’t blacklist!

Honey, mobile came out with a blacklist feature some time ago. If you can’t figure out how to use it, either enlist in some help or just avoid my blog altogether. I’m not going to stop writing what I enjoy just because someone doesn’t know how to use the internet.

I’m a minor, can I still follow?

Yeah, I’d rather you not. In my experience, even if I say “as long as you use the blacklist feature!”, we all know that the chances of that happening are very low. So, to avoid that problem, I’m gonna say plainly that I don’t want minors following me.

If I find out that you’re following me and you’re under 18, I won’t hesitate to block you. Period.

But-but-but Tumblr is 13+!

Yeah, well the app is 17+, and this blog is 18+. Life has rules, kid. Get over it and follow them.

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