Umm, Same Anon Here, The Killian Posting I Saw Is The One Where He Measures Your Mouth With His Hands.

Umm, same anon here, the Killian posting I saw is the one where he measures your mouth with his hands.

So... not sparing the innocent?

The unhinged question is does he measure how tight you are (down there) with his hands or his dick?

yes and yes, in that order.

to be 100% real when i drew that originally all i had in mind was some horny Killian action LOL but I do like the idea that he's measuring your mouth. It would be incredibly in-character for him to be meticulous like that, counting the number of teeth, pressing on your tongue and memorizing every ridge in your palate. And when he's finished with his hands - having a vague idea of the distance from mouth to throat - its only logical to test it out with other "apparatuses", right? to see how badly he could push the limits of your gag reflex?

I also get the sense that he just likes using his fingers. he knows he's good with his hands and intends make the most of that. And he is interested in much more than just your mouth.

Try to fend him off before he gets too acquainted with his 'research', before he can remember all of your weak spots by heart. Or else he's going to find every chance he can get to stuff his digits into your warmth - beneath the covers as you drift off into a deep sleep, under the table as you talk to the other elves, behind the lecturn while he gives out his droning sermons. It's like some sort of passive stimulation to him, have you tied up so he could busy his left hand buried inside you while casually signing documents with his right. His own pleasure does not even matter to him sometimes; he just likes the fact that his hands are all he needs to make you come undone. Other times, however, the fingers are only a precursor to what he really has in mind. And you best believe he is going to be just as meticulous as he is with his hands.

whitney stuffs i did during lectures

Have you met Sydney yet in DoL? If so, have you considered that, just like how the player can transformer, corrupting Sydney could transform him into something (probably a demon or something)? If so... Newly transformed, corrupted Sydney having too much build up and desire, taking it out on the player who keeps teasing him. They thought they had the control, but Sydney has all the power here and he likes it. Especially because he gets to use it on them.

This was from a while ago, but yes. I very much like Sydney. More so the corrupted version. 

M!Demon Sydney GN- Reader NSFW

The First Steps of Transforming

His transformation was slow and hard to notice. His horns sent fearful and excited shivers up his spine. Such an exciting change you evoked in him. He hid them away in fear at first, not wanting to face it at first, and hoped it was just passing. Although something deep down in his gut was excited to see what comes next and hoped it kept going.

His tail grows much quicker than his horns, appearing overnight and is the same color as his horns. The thing had a mind of its own. He’d tried to hide it and, when together with you, it would try to snake around your thigh or push up your shirt. But he was so happy when he realized that as soon as he realized it, he was able to hide it before you could even turn to look.

And when his wings finally sprouted after some time of terrible itching and burning, that drove him nuts. As soon as he saw those wings in the mirror that morning, with the first flapping of his wings and feeling the membrane of his wings stretch, he got so excited as tons of lewd ideas and fantasies flooded into his head, all centering you.

But when he tried to pick up his pendant out of habit and burned his fingers like hot glass on his fingers, the gravity of his situation finally hit him. You and your influence had corrupted him, and he was so excited.

Life as a Fledgling Demon and Damned Teasing

It was surprising how quickly he took to the transformation. He was able to hide his demonic features well, and while he had an insatiable lust for seeing you in so many lewd scenarios and need for sexual contact, he was able to control himself just as he did before getting this deep. He was extremely hesitant to show you what he had become, and with his new monstrous features, he was scared you’d reject him.

He held himself back as much as he could and would only act slightly on them if you indicated any encounter. Even then, he was struggling to not let any of his demonic features show or fall prey to his more depraved instincts and act strange.

But you made it so damn hard to hold back. All your dirty words in his ear. He could smell you so much more now, and with you being so close, it made it so much worse. Did you always smell so good?

Asking for sneak peeks in the library, and even groping him on outings, you’re making it so hard to hold back. You're teasing him so much and it’s boiling something in his gut and the fantasies only drive him wild. He feels like all the frustration is making him feral; he can barely focus on anything anymore.

He wants to hold you up to get a book, only to rip your underwear with his teeth and suck on your sex, his hands are groping your ass as you sit on his shoulders and he lavishes you with his hot and skilled tongue and mouth. Openly have you riding his dick as he lounges in the chair and exchanging books for the other students, maybe on your knees in the canteen while he’s reading over book logs and letting you worship his cock, maybe even warming it? All of these popped up in his mind every day, and when you asked to see more one day, you were really testing his patience that day.

New Tricks

It was the one time you snuck into his changing room. He had left it open, but seeing you walk in on him with a playful smirk, Seeing the mischievous smile and the look of lust on your face, in tight quarters with just you and him, after teasing him the whole way here? He suddenly grabs you and pushes you against the wall, breathing heavily in your ears. You see him in his true form, wings, horns, and tail proudly stretched as he stares down at you.

He doesn’t wait for a reaction as he rips your clothes while telling you he’s had enough of the teasing and now it's his turn. The whole time he’s playing with your thigh, trailing up the inner meat of your thighs and kissing and licking just below your bellybutton with a huge grin. "Look at what you did to me. Look at how sinful I've been because of you. Now it’s my turn. Time to reap what you sow, my beloved. "

He makes you cum over and over as he dines on your desires. Fucking you against the mirror, calling you naughty for sneaking in on him but complaining that it took too long. By the end of it, his cum is pouring out of you and he’s glowing and grinning ear to ear.

At school, now that you know his secret, he lets his tail do whatever it wants as you two spend time with each other, slipping into your clothes and teasing your entrance as he helps check out books, giving a spank with it if you're not quiet and let out a noise. and allow his hands to tease you even more. Almost every time he meets up with you his hands end up grabbing your ass or showing off his body, pulling up his shirt and tugging down his trousers so you get a good look at him before he cuts you off before you just as it starts getting good.

If you want him to touch you more, you have to work for it now. Show him how much you want him. But since he loves you, he’ll take whatever you give him. He's happy with a simple please but if you beg for it cutely, he’ll let you cum an extra time.

But now that he’s like this, you better not try to tease him again. He’s shown you what he can do and you better be good or you’ll be trapped under him and toyed with as revenge for all the teasing. It's like holding a steak in front of a starving wolf boy and not expecting to get nipped.

How would Mr. Critch, Mr. Murphy, Evan, and Carter react to Y/n getting sick?

(love your boarding school btw❤️)

(also I'm sick with a cold😫)

ARGHAHAHAHGG7RURH I LOVE SICK FICS!

Mr. Critch: He'd be extremely cross with you, what nerve of you to skip his class, is it because you think your special, being the head masters kid? He pulls Harrison aside, and demands the boy tell him why you aren't present. When Harrison explains, he scolds him harshly for not having you 'quarantined'. He quickly moves you to the nurses ward, wanting you to be away from contaminating others and full focused on making up the work you are missing. Still, he's oddly doting. He makes sure you're eating healthy, checking your fever and assuring you stay alongside him. He wants you obedient. He knows what's best, just let him treat you. He'll keep track of all your medicines, and the moment you're better he promises you can go back to your room with Harrison. He enjoys this quiet time with you, and a part of him, the one who reads to you while you try and sleep, wishes to imagine this moment as domestic.

"The fever should be breaking soon, it's okay." He dabs at your forehead. "I'll find a way to get you cleaned up after. I promise." He assures.

Carter: Much like Mr. Critch, he's strict about what you can do. As class president, it's his duty to prevent an outbreak. He'll bring you to the nurses office, and ensure you keep up with your studies. He's more condescending, constantly reminding you of how kind he's being, taking time out of his day to care for you when he could be working. You should be able to care for yourself, he'd say, but when you'd send him away, he'd refuse to go. He takes a little extra time 'diagnosing' you, it would help him for biology class, he claimed. He'd run his hands over your neck and shoulders, touching your chest and working his way down. He'd gently feel your head for fever.

"What?" He scoffs, looking at you with annoyance. "The nurse is far too busy to give you the treatment you need, I'm making sure you aren't worsening. Lift your shirt a bit, let's just continue the exam."

Evan: He's pissed. He just got out of a great fucking game, and you weren't even in the crowd, not even for Harrison. His cock was aching, he'd planned to drag you to the after party and get his dick into you, but you didn't show. He'll practically kick down your door, and he's quick about it once he realizes you're sick. He doesn't want Harrison being a bitch and trying to keep you in his room. He gets you to his dorm, gives you some cough syrup and an edible he snagged from Pez, to keep you mellow. If he can't fuck you, he's at least going to keep you around. You're still got, even with a red face and stuffy nose. He won't exactly be doting, you'd have to ask two or three times before he'd get you anything but water, but he does like the feeling of control he's got over you. He'd put on a movie and keep you on his lap, assuring you he's not gonna get sick. Let him kiss you while your sleepy, let him grope you while he changes you from your uniform to one of his oversized jerseys. And most importantly, he expects you to care for him when he gets sick from swapping spit with you.

"God, you're burning up. Good thing I brought you in here, huh? Wouldn't want that shit head roommate leaving you to suffer alone in your room when you got a big strong stud here to look after your sick ass." He groans, adjusting you so your head lays across his chest.

Mr. Murphy: Absolute caring bear man, you're immediately moved to wherever you feel safest, preferably his apartment at the school, but the nurses office or your own dorm works. If you choose his apartment, he'll be thrilled at spending the time with you, even though seeing you as a sick little thing makes his chest ache. He'd stand over the stove for hours, digging through old recipe cards from his mom. He's usually more of a meat and potatoes guy, but he'll try his mommas soup and roll recipes, just for you. He makes sure you take your medicine, but nothing you don't want to take. He refuses to let you think about your school work, and insists he'll excuse you and talk to Critch (he thinks that guy has a major stick up his ass). He's got the coziest place by far, thick quilts and a cozy plaid couch.

"Easy, kid, easy." You're desperate to chug down the soup, but he's pacing you. "If you do throw up cause of this bug you've got, that's fine, but I'd rather my cooking not be the cause. You've got all the time in the world to eat it, and I'll always make more if you want." He takes a spoonful from his bowl. "Don't make me feed ya now." He teases.

Insecurity: Looks.

Heavily based on QnA where Vrel said they tell themselves they're good-looking every day but they don't really believe it.

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the other day, i dm-ed purity guy to ask abt some silly questions regarding sydney, so i thought i might share with yall!

SYDNEY QNA WITH PURI